I was surprised to find a poem, I even had to google it because I didn't believe I wrote it. I was always bad at writing poems... I still am. This is just half a poem, but it kind of gave me flutters.
The love of the young is a precious thing
It's innocent and sweet like a doves white wing
The small romances that come from imagination
Take form and spring from all creation
The funny thing in, the only love I knew was my crush on my brother's best friend, six years my senior. Quite the *imagination*.