Young love is beautiful,
Maybe the most beautiful thing in the world.
As you get to know each other,
You feel you've found someone to hold on to,
And to fall with.
Every little detail that is shared,
Is like drop of rain
Falling from a grey sky
And being pushed by the winds
Just to fall on your body
And they keep coming, the drops
To wet you with the feeling of being loved
Oh, it is beautiful.
It's sweet, it's heartwarming
As you begin step into the eternity
And express your love
And it seems like how did I live
Without you before?
For you're all my needs from now on.
Her each text, her each smile
When you see each other
Blossoms your heart
like it's all red roses there.
And the secret meetings
In classrooms, or late in evening
Behind the buildings
Away from world and people
For you, the young love birds, fear
Fear they'd spread the word.
But also that you don't want them to see
Your young and beautiful princess
That is now yours.
You hide her from their evil eyes
For love have made you two sacred
Oh, it's out of this world
When you hold her hand for the first time
Cold it is due to nervousness
At least mine was.
The polite and humble sentences
That you exchange
With some little humour mixed,
Remain in your head for rest of
Your life.
And so it moves on!
Your love story...
But stumbles are must
For to teach you how to fight
And to see whether this love story
Is worth to be shared
Decades after now
When you sit on a bench
With her on your side
And tell your tale with your grandsons.
And it's all in the name of Love! ♥️
To Saleem, whose young love gives me hope - to love, again.