Young Love

Little discreet glances flashes the other's way...

Innocent smiles with thoughts beneath not so


He cautiously extends out his lone hand that

kisses the nape of hers, she smiles.

Her knees rubs gently against

his. An onlooker may think, "How cute they are!"

He leans closer, just enough to smell the cherry-

blossom in her hair and notices the twinkle in her

sparkling eyes. She sees. Another innocent smile.

With time never on either's side yet suspended

by the fantasy of love, their eager lips meet.



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