No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.
Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...
Come Home Darling
It's been long since you've gone.
Though we chat, regularly somewhat,
See you on Skype, every night,
Yet that's not enough, seems tough,
To live without you. It's nothing new!
The night before you left, we hardly slept,
Heightened emotions, kept us in motion.
Intense desires kept us afire, oh my dear,