A romantic escapade,
Fresh as a rose in June,
Color changing as at Dawn.
Light hearted,
Jovial,
Gleefully present.
Soft as unused,
Breathing that of fire,
Passion fits so fleeting.
Unable to chasten,
The glint of a spark
Through fuzzled meters,
Perilously puerile in youths bloom.
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