Half willing
Half in doubt
The two looked awkwardly up
The unsureness
The slight anxiety
a flavor to itself
Insecurities rose
And were quelled
As the way to love was found
Neither knew where it would all lead
The species of love they would experience
Adventure is unique, love is grand
Yet was it love that they would practice
Or just fleeitng connection
The proverbial chicken or egg
Do you learn to love through love
And thus love passionately
Or do you learn to love through self
thus love passionately
The naive sit cross legged
radiating a warm bakery
Yearning for butter
Yearning for some form of wisdom to dilute
their naivety
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