A growing love

We are hopeful. The evening we kissed gave breath to love. Our lungs were weak with wonder, and our limbs were like jelly. We run and play in the warmth of this new life. Innocence keeps our eyes locked and we cannot see the danger that watches us. Lurking eyes dance over youthful lovers. Arms, coated in candy, hide sharp tongues and piercing teeth. But your arms never leave me, and I know that we are children no more.

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