A silly little poem Lena wrote as a young teenager.
My love flows thick as a maple syrup river
clouds of cotton candy float in an affectionate sky
I dance with you under sugar plum trees
and rest on creamy caramel pebbles
or lie on sweet, crunchy grass and gaze at buttermilk heavens
and wish upon the marshmallow stars of our future
your beautiful face reflects in pots of honey
as we bath in bubbling creme soda waters
Love is sweet
Did you write sappy poems as an adolescent? Did you feel silly yet happy at the same time? Did you share the poem or tear it up? When our early writing is cliché or frivolous, can we allow ourselves space to share? Please comment below.