Teenage love

by kennethia   May 6, 2008


He loves me...he loves me not
love starts as an inisignifcant seed.
a wishful prayer
a tiny fire
a playful giggle
a rosy blush
a risky wink
or a kindly smile.

he love me... he love me not....
why you don't love me
a tender understanding
agrowth warmth
a gentle trust

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