Young Emotion.
Happiness
was a romantic poem entitled
To You,
a single red rose
on the pillow of a four-poster,
and when waking
great to remember our passion.
Happiness
was slurps of fresh grape-juice
on pursed lips,
a first taste of champagne and
steamier sips
of nectared thirst shortly after.
Happiness
was racing rain and skinny-dips,
damp towels
round naked limbs ready again
for love\'s exchange,
decadent the kisses we snatched.
Happiness
though past becomes new again
gives the same thrill,
feels fused with excitement for
in looking back
young emotion needs its match
and with him
I believe we had both found that.