Like the sweet taste of sugar
On my speckled pink tongue
Your lips touch mine
And we know what's begun.
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i liked your poem. and i semi agree. i think with age comes maturity. and i know i'm pretty naive. so my only advice is to look at things for the time - never compare. never look back. and never makes things more than what they are. you write very well.
A poem to ponder upon...yes, age is just a number! Enjoyed; D
Sweet...age just a number...feeling is numerical blinded, who care about age if love give them a place like nowhere, hey i mean just go on as long u can take it! Love is not about age love is about to share and fill the space in the heart...well i like this 1
Love is like a pair of gloves - if they fit - WELL? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
i really like this poem you have so much to say i love the meaning behind it great job