Young Love

I want you to know I love you.

Yes you, the boy with the eyes, that has a light brown hue,

That turns a dirty blond on a spring infected morning.

You had me at first lust, without even courting.

 

Two young doves when we met.

Moved in together before you and my mother even met.

Mother said slow down, God’s time is the right time.

But the right time is this time because my time, is always the right time.

Or so I thought.

 

Our love fell apart in the fall.

Standing on my wall of regrets I wanted to fall, so that I could never recall,

Not the lies you told me…. well sort of,

But the lies I told myself, thinking this could be love.