Young Love
Do you remember,
The violent passions
Of love at 16?
Even then
I was a cerebral lover, enamoured
By pretty words
Not pretty faces.
You see, I was
'Authentic'
(Sheer vanity)
It was as shallow
As falling for a pretty face.
But you know, hollow
Pretty words
Cut to the quick
Much quicker
When you are 16
And have given
Yourself with all the words
In your adolescent rushing heart.
Today, I rather
Fall sedately
Into pretty eyes -
They hurt much less.
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