We were always together
as much as weather
was
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At first I imagined Madame Mona Lisa as a little girl :)) little Mona Lisa, which was very interesting flight of imagination :)) the little girl Mona Lise smiles... excuse my deviation - it is a poem about love and prime may be... wonderful romantic - brings a little Mona Lisa smile to my face :)
Oh gosh, young love....you feel it in your throat and chest just like the feeling of holding back tears, it's both painful and wonderful at the same time and then you feel you'll never ever love that much ever again with anybody else, but of course you do....which I think is sad. There's nothing as pure as young love. Great poem Donall as always..... Ruthie: o)
Nine is certainly the age of the first crush and this is very cute and well done