Petite and sweet at the naïve age of four
When she holds his hand, he grins
She gets a strange feeling and wants to know more
She asks her mom who says “Your too young, tell you when you’re older”
Fourteen years later and now she’s eighteen
He kisses her hand with a laugh and a smile
That feeling, she’s so confused what does it mean
Asks and mama says “Your too young, tell you when your older”
Three years more and it happens again
But now the kiss lingers and the smile so sweet
The time has come she’s much more than ten
But mama shakes her head “Your too young, tell you when you’re older”
Less than a month and he is back
The kiss moved to the cheek and a whisper so sweet
Feeling now familiar but the knowledge she lacks
“What is it?” she questions “Your too young, maybe next year”
One year later still as innocent as snow
He’s on one knee and holding a ring
Now she much know
She asks and mama simply says “its love”
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