Youth

The sweet flower of youth, the fragrant blooms perfume in the air.

It intoxicate the senses, and sends us all into a tailspin of fantasy.

We are dizzy from the scent of you, euphoric, and we stagger homeward.

Seeking refuge in our sanctuary from the onslaught of thy beauty.

We must seclude ourselves and sober for we are a drunken fool.

Without having a simple drop. But rather drinking in the sight if you.

We gather ourselves , stop the shaking in our hearts and come back for another round.

Because you are the addiction and we are driven to quench this thrist repeatedly.

The ceaseless craving provokes us, urging us on yet another binge.

Of images, a flurry of a pen on paper in love’s stupor, extolling your praises.

And worshiping the God of love you are, we are powerless over you.

And our LIFE has become…..Meaninful

🌿 Thank you for reading.

               💞 Pam