Young Love

Oh, the blossoming of young love.
Each feeling the waters
Shifting a little to the left
Shifting a little to the right
Until each is comfortable in the others space.

The anticipation, the excitement,
The heart racing at the thought of seeing your new love.
Mouth dry and palms sweaty,
You nervously approach.

Will you say the right words?
Will you do the right thing?
Will you be the right one?
Only time will tell.IMG-20171119-WA0001.jpg