I remember the love we had when we were young.
The passion has run so high when we were young.
I miss those days of cuddling on the couch
in your warm sweet embrace.
I remember the times we had when we were young.
The night cuddling in our cozy tent when we went camping.
The times we would cuddle on the couch in the evening.
I remember the feeling of what we had when we were young.
The passion that ran between us.
The way you would kiss me.
The way you would touch me.
Oh how I miss the times when we were young.
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Danielle Mosley
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Young love is always the best! Lovely poem!
Beautiful poem.