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