Still the same childish.

Childish then, as he is now
He went about not asking how
Her hands have clutchd upon his curls
His hands have touched within her curls
Where lips will whisper words of love
And then descend to rise above.

The summer brought about an end
And eighteen months at last descend
In immaturity at last, into
The sea her heart he cast, whereto
She swam or sank from there he'll shrug
And hopes she thinks him not so smug.

Naive and young, and quite the fish
The course was run; so now we'll wish
And then believe it never was
Beyond reprieve yet still the buzz
Within his head: you asshat, true
How could she ever forgive you?

So then he pledged: not once again
Would he speak 'Love' to someone when
He saw there was at least a chance
That he could fall out of the trance
And leave her cold, alone, bereft,
Not knowing he was not so deft.

Of course, the point of love is knotted
If you're safe but remain besotted
And half the joy of love is lost
When you can love without the cost.

They played their games, and were engaged
In letters wrote on leaden page
And grew to love each other's touch
(Mayhaps he touched a touch too much)
But though she sat in windows east
He shied away from her beseech.

Kiss me, she said.
Why me, he said.
Romeo, she said.
Ylaylli, he said.

After all she's so young, he said
And I'm so old, my heart is dead
So I've no right to intercede
Besides! The things which she believes
Will lead us both to tears one day;
This is all I have to say.

But lust will work it's way through hearts
And draw the best intentions 'part.
And so one night, he leaned and slipped
A kiss into her lovely bliss
Impacted leaving bruises there
On freckled skin and tangled hair

Yet still the pledges made were kept
Though his heart was left to theft
For his mind moved, still he worried
"I will be gentle, not be hurried
And just in case we fall apart
I won't say 'Love', won't take her heart."

Of course, the point of love is knotted
If you're safe but remain besotted
And half the joy of love is lost
When you can love without the cost.

Long story short: the love is gone
A victim of the siren song
Of lovers wishes, which, like fishes
Wish to be loved more than full dishes.

It's only right, it's only fair
She took her leave, and left despair
In small amounts, which much like lead
Induced a madness, and then fled.

I know my place: I think I'll swim
Forget that you have met your twin
Forget the love, forget the kiss
Pretend it never did exist
You see, my dear, I'm not grown up
I'm still the same childish fuck.