It was simply pure
My love for you
Like paper boats which
Kids place in puddles
On fresh rainy days.
I was drawn in, deeply
By the kindness I saw
and gentle tender moments in
Wee hours of tingly nights.
I jumped with sweet glee
Leapt for eager hugs and
Stealthy kisses in dusty bushes
Way back in the day.
Maybe the shows of affection,
The hefty gestures
Lay obscene, vulgar.
But they’ve now fizzed out
And love to this last date remains
A fucking meaningless
Four lettered word.
I wish I grew up quicker
Punched time in its face
To pursue mature, stable love.
But time laughed mercilessly
As I watched dumbfounded
Again like a child, a weepy one.
All said and done and dusted
The question remains: was it love
Or just a poor, stupid imitation?