Ah, Young Love

Ah, young love, how it tickles my insides.

When I see these new doves,

A sensation goes deep down my verterbrae.

I remember my love in the young,

I remember as it was the time yesterday.

Holding flesh, puckering as if for lemons.

But then the past becomes the future,

And the young become the old and restless

And begin to wilt on their own

Yet some of our passion becomes envy

And to others it stays strong forever.