Puppy love is innocent
and carefree.
It is the purest of all loves,
as well as the most visited.
Everyone has it at least once,
maybe twice, in their lifetime.
I wish it would last,
but it never does.
It is gone from us
almost as soon as it appears.
Making us wish
that it had never come.
It makes us stronger
and able to handle real love.
It shapes us to overcome
and be better at what we do.
In the end, we are glad
that we had it to help us along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember my puppy love... and oh yes did I want it to last. Becca