Married; Still A Child. Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle

In our passions longing want, we saw a vision,
we thought was love.

A commonly enchanted state;
essentially a
youthful trait.

Sightless
by refracted light,
from each to each
others eyes.

Beseeching pleasures
from desires.

Divinely inspired
must be love.

Telepathic naïveté,
a synergistic need.

Without distraction
pleasure granted.

In
proceeding years
we would
awake.

To learn.

What was thought,
never was...

Stephen S. Yeandle