aquaric

There go two children, not more than sixteen, along  down a pathway where they cannot be found. Alone at last, They stand shy as ever, and he takes her hand, as sure as his heart. And yet he still shakes not with fright and uncertainty but with a sudden anxiety for the love he has found. She' s nervous, too, but as sure as he is. She wants him to stay longer, as she draws him near. Two children standing on the top of a bridge, close lips that mirror eachother's desire. Two children kiss in a world of their own, less intimate than sweet as he breathes warmth to her soul. A smile as they part, as she catches his cooties