To be young

 I wake
in the morning sun

Sleepy
but
alive

His hand
resting
on my
rising
chest.

And it is
so easy.

To forget
how this feels

To be young
and in love
with someone
so beautiful.

Like the first day of Spring.
The flowers blossoming with a crisp
sense of being.
Small crystals of dew
falling urgently
to the moistened ground
As the morning turns
to noon

He is the warmth
in my small
but beating heart.

And he knows it.

He is the first fire
of summer.
Set ablaze with passion,
consuming the death of yesterday
so I could look onto
a lively tomorrow.

To be young
and in love
with someone
so beautiful.

The sun rests her head
as the moon takes flight.
And the stars
dance for all the world
to watch and adore.

My heart sings
with joy
a sweet melody
that rocks him
into a deep sleep.

It is him
my heart yearns
to keep.