Young Love

• Siobhan Wilson
• Poetry
• 2011

She sits against her cardboard box,
Waiting for someone to save her.
All alone in this cruel world,
All beaten due to anger.

He sits against the hard brick wall,
Waiting for the right moment,
To go and kiss her on the lips,
Though he remains quite patient.

He’s been in love since day one,
And he just wants to hold her.
Riches or rags; he doesn’t care,
As long as they’re together.

Three weeks pass and she sits alone,
Still staring at the concrete floor.
He works up the courage and says to her;
Chéri, je t’aime, mon amour.

She looks up at him with her bright eyes.
And smiles though so thankfully,
She says to him these loving words;
Ma vie, je t’aime aussi.