The love of a young man is fresh,

It’s optimistic, it’s sweet, unspoilt;

Betrothed to your essence,

It’s all giving and encompassing –

You – the centre of his little universe,

Expanded by your presence,

By the world you hold,

With your caress and pheromones,

And the softness of your inner lips.

The love of a young man is unwavering,

It’s forgiving – but rather sees no offense,

Perfection is your mood, your crooked smile,

The time you need to spend alone,

As he tries to make his way back in

To the arms of your safe haven;

Even the involuntary shrill of your ice-cold fingers

Lingering on his back,

Are a blessing to cherish beyond measure.

When heartbreak refutes all that is evanescent in love,

He will take you to his next lover and next lover,

Never able to love them purely,

Always seeing a collapsed world in you,

A common place touch.

The heart is extinguished.