Love is something that seems so great.
I've seen the way she looks at him.
The hearts that form when he gazes into his eyes.
The way they share a warm embrace.
And how their hands lock together as though,
they'll never be near one another again.
Now I'm told my youth does limit my mind.
I'm only in high school,
what do I know about love.
But I know what I see, when I see Them.
How she holds him when he's sad.
The look she gives when she's scared.
The person they become when the love
of their life is anything but joyful.
It all fascinates me.
The warmth I feel, when I watch two people's wedding.
The joy in my heart, when I see a proposal gone right.
The tears that are brought to my eyes, when new parents meet their child and the look they give each other, the look that as we did this.
When I see it all, love in its true form,
I know why people beg the universe for its touch, and as much as I want to do the same.
I'm willing to wait for it.
To feel the touch of love,
a touch I hear is great.
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My Little Works
Short StoryA collection of the many short story's and poems I have written throughout my life.
