Infatuated Reminiscences

All love poetry in the teens emanates from ones heart as it is just infatuation you dear poet are no exception whenever flower gives only her hue and every slap of the wind does say doc wake up don't dismay be gay I am in love with you...... so with me come out and play in dreams we shall exchange our vows we may but as we are of the same age you will be married soon O my love who will I alone swoon they won't marry me too soon a guy must hold on for much longer by that time his fiancée becomes a mother so let infatuation be our love mother you become one as I still continue to linger... but till then let me feel I am the only lover and poet indeed of a class where poets like me never seed