Young Love

If only we could have
held more tightly, a bit
longer; perhaps while
fondly dreaming had learned
beforehand the many
dexterities of hearts...

but the moment
is a moving target--
once seized 
its changes continue,
nothing held long enough
to exist the same
beyond the first
grasping….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Marcum Wong Avatar
January 30, 2018 at 7:56 PM
I totally agree Joe. Love can be as elusive as a butterfly at times, ever changing. Beautiful! : )
DiMino Avatar
January 31, 2018 at 10:02 PM
Ah!--those butterflies do flit and fly; even extra large ones and funny looking ones, like myself, are capable of profound and beautiful relationships. Thank you, Connie, for commenting so positively. Blessings my friend.
Rodgers Avatar
January 29, 2018 at 7:38 PM
Well said, a poignant expression of the transience of young love.
DiMino Avatar
January 29, 2018 at 8:21 PM
Great comment, D.W.; have a beautiful evening. Blessings!
Teagan Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 11:09 AM
wow, this is really good. "the moment is a moving target" that is a profound line to wrap the rest of the poem around, and you do it beautifully. Love this, saving this to my favorites.
DiMino Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 12:30 PM
What a way to start the day! Thank you so much, Becca. Blessings my friend!
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