Young love... delicate and fragile,
Like a spiders web.
Prone to be broken as easily
As a strand of gossamer thread.

Excitement and passion
Filling young ones’ dreams.
A kiss freezing time,
For an eternity, it seems.

Mature love... soaring like the wind,
Powerful and free.
Beating in our hearts
Like the pounding of the sea.

As binding as an oath;
Held fast by the heart.
Two becoming one,
Wild horses cannot part.