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         love songs of innocence―no. 1

                    when someone played our love song            
       
     “When we were just buds picturing our blossoms[,] there was a glow      
               that lived in us that was called innocence.”―Sayukta B      
       
tho i was but a boy,      
     i knew then that i loved you;      
          i kissed you like a toy,      
               although sometimes i shoved you.      
       
and when i pulled your hair,      
     i didn’t mean to hurt you;      
          but something was unfair:      
               i was too young to court you.      
       
under the sweetwood tree,      
     you wanted me to hold you;      
          but you were so carefree!      
               and i afraid of bold you.      
       
the day you tripped and fell,      
     all of my bones were broken.      
          i was afraid to tell,      
               so it remained unspoken.      
       
and when you went away      
     over the wicked ocean,      
          i knew ‘twas no child’s play      
               to suffer such demotion.      
       
the years have left me blind,      
     where you alone i saw once;      
          i wish that i could find      
               the place we loved to slow-dance.      
       
today, my heart was frozen      
     when someone played our love song:      
          “world-of-our-own” confusion      
               shall haunt me all my life long.      
       
                    © Copyright 2023 July 17      
                         by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2024
Author's Note
I was playing old songs today, when I came across "A World of Our Own," a 1965 song by the Seekers.  It was so absolutely enthralling that it sent my mind back eons, when it was a common radio song.  Then I remembered a girl I liked in my community, who "went away" to live overseas, only for me never to see her again.  Somehow, the memory of the old song, coupled with that of the girl who went away, inspired the words of this poem.
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