Young Love Days

I remember young love being like a surprise present I never imagined getting; it wasn’t better than what I have now, nor is the fondness of the memory diminished because it broke long ago. Like this road I walked on back in young love days, it’s just one more part of the tapestry that makes up who I am; and my smile is really one of recognition for a part of me that’s always been there, but overlooked for years.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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