There is nothing more exciting than Young Love.
The butterflies in your stomach Caused by the pure sight of them
Or the brush of their hand on yours.
The anticipation of being In their gaze,
Because you don’t want them to look at anyone else Like that.
The inside jokes with foreheads touching And the knocking knees under the table. The loud music and
A seat will be saved at lunch Or the movies
Or one on the moon because you never want to sit by anyone else.
It’s fleetingly beautiful and Intense.
But you remember every second.
I know because
Ours is engraved in my heart.