Seventeen.

I fall hard and I fall deep

Like we're 17 and you're mine to keep.

I fall madly and relentlessly

Like we're meant to be

Like we're the muse behind every love story,

The lovers behind love poetry.

I'm single minded to the point of happiness,

Ultimate bliss,

Healing balm in every kiss,

How could you

Why would you

Want more than this?

Fresh, free love and the supply is endless. 

Nowadays you need the pep talk, the plan.

The blueprints that show that we'll work; that we can.

While all I need is the feel of your palm in my hand.

But we're not 17.