Sometimes i wonder why we met now

why so young, with such a long road

stretched out before us 

How sad it makes me to know we wont last

I know he is my first love - I know it with every pulse

 

I know these short months

will set me flying

will open my eyes

I know i will never taste the world

without that flavour of love again 

 

His face

The smile - not even painted on it, but within

The eyes that spoke the words his lips could not 

 

I know the illness of love now

That nauseauting euphoria

The expressions of life, of living

Eyes dilated with romance 

 

The world - of colour, and good,

And even when not immune to it's evil,

that feeling of possibility

Limitless, powerful, purposeful

 

 But this warm air barely shrouds the cold cloud that is reality

He'd be gone by the time the first leaves fell.