Young Love

Young Love

Nestled among fragrant blossoms,
Like a young child,
Suckling at its mother’s breasts,
Tiny arms, clutching at warm flesh,
So it is with young love awakening,
Slow, tentative, and unsure,
Reaching out,
Trying to find its way.

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