Young Love In Auschwitz

Young Love In Auschwitz Not into life too firm, and dying slow before the years intended for death's claim, youth wasted by the way she had to go, she never had the chance to feel love's flame; nor cast her flashing eyes in teasing's charm to courting boys, who begged her company, whom otherwise would keep her safe from harm and far removed from how life had to be; though spring was on, the time for love's sweet breath, in hunger is a pain that stops love cold, and in love's place the hope for instant death was all that kept her here, and growing old. Somewhere deep in her heart, his probing eyes brought feeling her life couldn't recognize.