A Drop Of Pleasure Poem by Lorena Lalen Cruz

Young love arise, left and right
Though cloudy, yes obscure
Everyone thirst just for a drop
A dropp of one man's pleasure

Yes, for a pleasurable drop
Not for always and forever
Not for love's eternality
Nor for love's strength moulder

For young love only seeks
For a face of higher popularity
A face of a higher ego
And a face of higher maturity

These dawns the murkiness
Of young heart's ability
To seek for a dusky revenge
Or to open the gate of positivity

Yes, love is convoluted
But young love is worse
For innocence gyrates around them
Which makes love a lot like a curse