Young Love

• Rebeccah Richards, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

The eyes move slightly to the right,
oh the embarressment but much to their delight. The wanting of constant awkward glances, each face cheekily smiling as the heart dances. Just a slight brush of their shoulders, leaves both hearts melting not smouldered. The cacophany of both of their voices, 'sorry', moving on with slight rejoices. Of course the boy with his confident stride, the girl flattered and smiles to the side. Although looks are confident, speech is impaired, the girl just happy that he finally cares. For all along they have both known, each liked the other like an overdue loan. Both waited so long and never took action, finally they notice the attraction. So is this how young love works, no it's not really love, it's just words.