l.o.v.e
In the beginning, love was simple,
One syllable and four letters,
To protect and disarm,
Build and renew.
Coupled with play and laughter,
Love picked you up when you fell,
Changed the way you saw yourself —
Most favored in your little kingdom,
Everything you desired seemed within reach.
And so you set out
Into a world waiting to be explored,
Each day, an adventure.
Not long after, you experience
Your first crush.
Nothing prepared you
For the surge of emotions
You now felt in your chest,
(Or more accurately,
The pit of your stomach).
This was love for
The very idea of love,
And you encountered it
With an innocence
That would soon wash away,
With experience in its wake.
Love can hurt,
When it confuses itself for