A poem about the early days…

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Such an indescribable feeling,
a warmth radiating outwards from the core,
expelling any vestiges of remaining chill;
like the sun at the dawn of spring
melting away the shimmering, icy, silky cobwebs of a past winter.

And it was during those years of youth,
(It seems like a different age now – how time can alter)
during the relentless march of those late spring days
– breaking through to summer
that I remember the teacher one Friday afternoon
as the sun blazed through the window,
acknowledging the feeling we had,
for I guess I was not singular in its effect,
praising its beauty, its charm,
– the sunlight
– the warmth
causing a blossoming of feelings
For her.

For her only,
that’s how it was back in the halcyon days
– of innocence
– of inexperience
days of long summer nights –
made all the more vivid,
colourful
through longing,
through euphoric thoughts of what might be,
of what might have been.

And it would leave me enchanted,
intoxicated with its desire
with a potency which would fill the soul
becoming enraptured
carried away,
through its beauty,
and its charm.

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Love.

I remember those days,
Days of love and sun,
Sat in my room,
With sun throwing its beams through the window,
Hot summer days and sparkling, mystic nights;
And Love was flowing along its dream like there were no tomorrows.

Books were digested, devoured, loved.
Wisdom gained from the pages of history;
Words flowing along the river of knowledge,
Soaking into the consciousness.
Learning, just learning
About an ethos of understanding – and of compassion.

And I remember how things were;
The love made,
the sighs,
the rhythmic pulsing of naked bodies
Locked together in a passion
Which would fill the soul with its beauty, desire and charm.

And they were days of innocence;
Inexperience;
Of lustful longing and a heart full of desire;
Those warm summer days spreading their rays of warmth
Into an innocent heart full of a thirst for knowledge, of life,
For the ones I loved.