Infatuation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love streaming with a glittering recollection of innocence and
purity of adolescence, true reminders of how we felt the first
time love touched us or what we thought was love at the time.

Not realizing that it was only infatuation, we couldn't do with-
out him or her; feeling that we were going to die if we couldn't
spend every minute of each day together.

Holding hands, kissing, talking and sharing our dreams that we
thought would fill the rest of our days forevermore, alas, being
only infatuation in the end.

It's feelings dwindled away without us realizing how or why, our
tears trickling at times into rivers of tomorrow, nowhere to go
anymore for love was never really there.