Love is young

And needful

Of songs.

 

A flood of sunshine synth,

Strings swelling to

A saccharine gospel.

 

Not for us

Some office soundtrack,

Elevator dirge,

Or doom metal drudge.

 

Not when

Hearts exhale

A sugar dusting and starburst

Across the sky.

 

We are young and understand

That life often happens

In a chorus.

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