by Stephanie Music

Created on: November 12, 2009

Cold air cutting to the bone

Scarves wrapped around necks still chilled

Hands clasped together they walk down the lane

Looking for a place they can consummate their love

A cornfield beckons come to me

Soft grass in a meadow yields

Apple orchards offer sweet fragrance

A hayloft warm protection

With clumsy fingers he works a button

She helps with her bra

They grasp and grope so awkwardly

The way new lovers do

How soon it is over

New lovers do not care

They are not so old and mechanical

The way married couples can be

The cornfield still beckons

The soft grass still yields

Apple orchards still produce fragrance

Young love fails to notice

The harvest of newly discovered bodies

Twined in passion, love promised eternal

They walk hand in hand

Pledging never to forget

Young love, how naive

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