Young Love

This feeling is something I've recovered from the wreckage
Salvaged from the dust, lit up by candle light
And to see it reflected in your eyes is the power of the night.

We'll walk away, unscathed by the fracture
Lessons learned in time, painted by the rhyme
With little to spare dreaming of a simple repair.

No guarantee that the switch will engage
The engine has failed, it's treacherous now
Retracing our steps, in peril and strife

Wrong turns made over, leaving tire track scars
On back road love embedded, glimmering in starlight
Your hand in mine as we died that night.

The End

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