Young at heart,
The yolk of youth flourished,
The strong fount of love nourished,
“Come with me” he whispered,
“To a place where we can be alone” he’d say.
Miles and miles, they’d run through the woods
To an emptiness where they’d share their fill.
But somewhere beneath, lies a heavy doom
Waiting to bloom.
Like a rose, they’d pick up their love, but once the torn pricks..
The rose they’d drop.
Author: Ihenachor Valerie