It was a cush and seamless teenage love,
as lively as a lush verdant meadow.
She was a blossoming rose, very suave,
and from dawns till evens, was like my shadow.

Acrid frigid nights seemed perpetual,
yearning for morn and her cuddles again.
When even nears, we wished day were perennial,
as we spinned like yarns in bliss without restrains.

It was love, steered by a peerless ardor;
soared high as eagles , never grew weary.
Like evergreens, it flourished in splendor,
whilst the skeptics watched, daily with fury.

Though our paths were lined, with hurdles untold,
amid them we yearned, for each other's hand to hold.