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I can't even begin to tell you what it's like

At the very age I met my groom to be

What shall I dare say?... 

Intrigue lies around the corner

Heart beating rampantly in my chest

A surge of exploding hormonal ecstasy

Panting frantically at the open door

Locked within.

Who pummeled?!

The nights of long surrendering, gone.

A mother, lonely grasping at straws to hold on 

to the last lock, the last locket. 

Curls cascading, past the frock.

 A windowpane seared upon opening. 

Popcorn tossing in the brisk wind. 

Pajama parties, searching, wondering

The last hem. 

Whom shall be beyond the very stitch? 

I've held on for dear life. 

Raised her from a filly. 

A colt. Blasting through the gate. 

I  can no longer contain. 

Youth and madness must circumvent.

Find a way to coexist. 

I'd give anything to take back the years

the locusts have stolen. 

But for now I will cherish 

Gain a new appreciation for fondness

Learn to rest my weary head 

And dream of what is never lost.