Three Word Wednesday offered up the prompt: alter, fond, and tranquil. Great words for an English sonnet.
by Mike Patrick
Fond memories of youth, as I recall,
were filled with awkwardness and growing pains.
While we were unencumbered, we forestalled
the pull of age; still damp from summer rains.
The time of innocence would soon dispel,
as we discovered Eden’s hidden door.
Although we feared of going straight to Hell,
our secret only made me love you more.
In tranquil hours, aside from prying eyes,
our love explored new ways to find delight.
As summer’s days grew short, our love devised
fresh ways to spend our time beneath the night.
With time and age, we alter what youth meant,
but it will never equal love misspent.