by Nick Andra
Ah, the bliss of a teenage romance,
Of new chemicals.
I remember, then,
The air a perfect temperature
Where we could not even feel
The boundaries of our own bodies,
If only for a fleeting moment,
Like butterflies fluttering across a field
In springtime’s irresistible rapture;
Eyes only for each other;
But what we didn’t know
Was that it was Nature
Whose eyes we were gazing into,
Our one, true, eternal lover.