Her face is flushed
Her voice is hushed
She has a serious face
As she tries to keep up with the pace
Of the boy who makes her heart race
He calls her name
Asking to play a game
Called love
Which is like a dove
White and pure is their love
They hold each other dear
Yet they have fear
Of what their love may cost
For them to be lost
Started: November. 1. 2016
Finish: March. 15. 2017
Revised: January. 18. 2018
