My Youthful Love Poem by Agnes Quirante

In November, my heart been in bloom as the roses in spring
I knew he felt the same way, I do
No need to pretend we know it both
As waves throw the pebbles of the shore
Like our feelings we threw before
How the sight of each other embraced me tight
It's like a kite that been chased by the wind.

As the sunflower shone a hope in love in August night.
I know fewer things about him so
It’s just the flute of love the play is on
A voice that says’ he’s a part of mine.
His tone played an abandon key of my heart
And this is music so gentle and kind
Yet I can’t, I'm tied with straws
Cupid hit me blindly
And the god of time was not in placed
So cupid knocks me with a stone
He did not do it once but twice
But time is the king of hearts,
He will defy his foes.

As my heart is still in bud
I must resist. My little angel told me so!
I will wait for the roses to be fully bloomed
Like each red petals burdened with passion and desire.