Teenage Lust




He was all of eighteen summers,

She: just seventeen short winters.

In love; he connected fully with spring,

In love; her longing best served in autumn.

Together they lasted all but four seasons.

And yet years later; as they recall,

They’re split was for no reason at all.


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