When I was young

There was a beautiful boy and

There was a beautiful girl

I often wondered how 

I found the curl of her hair

His muscles, taught under tan skin

Distracting in the sunlight

Could so gently pull

Laughter from within like

A flower from the earth

Both

Her fire and fragility

His calm and strength

Overrun my senses

Intoxicating in the extreme

Until I am-

I am nothing but a waste

Lost in the curve of her waist

Stuck in the angles of his jaw

Nothing less than amazed

By him

By her

By the beauty