When I was young in early teens
face with acne, ragged jeans,
shunned by girls, my awkward stutter,
young male thoughts I dared not utter,
avoided female eyes, their shoulders bare.
Then I see her—perhaps we’d be a pair?
We met and grew older, a year or two
grew closer still, as lovers do
no faults in her, she ignored mine.
Not amused by my comic valentine
but males were scarce, big war you know.
She accepted me back, maybe he’ll grow.
The love grew deeper, we’d be as one,
really still two, but growing to one.
Hearts beat fast, minds merge slow.
Love does mature, we came to know
the other’s true self, who they really are
beyond outer being, their guiding star.
Children can test a love affair
built just on two are one.
Can two become three, four or so
and survive the risk to love’s grand flow.
It can, it has, it will, and thrive.
My loved ones grew to five.