Touch of hand, sweet caress, love yearns deep though young,
Words unspoke though heard by heart, by thoughts emotions sung.
Learning love at tender year, both scared but willing souls,
These feelings swell from childish breast, run as newborn foals.
This love be bright but lacks one thing, my soul that stands apart,
I feel their love but cannot share, for love stole others heart.
Never felt this love before, this love I won’t achieve,
Lessons learned will pass me by, its loss I fear to grieve.
Tender youth in loves embrace, they know not how I mourn,
Lost in love, their first it seems, my heart from body torn.
In crayon shades of red and black, I watch and mourn my loss,
For love in hand of others grip, ne’er know my heart they toss.
Though child I be, I wish them well, and hope their love endure,
It cuts me deep as ragged blade, though still I wish no cure.
For love is rare though pass me by, I pray their hearts entwine,
Though cry at night with ‘passioned pain, this love someday be mine.
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