Young Love

A red couch,
A brown pillow,
A comfy quilt,
Sweet, I know.

They sit right there,
They whisper low,
Holding hands,
Time moving slow.

Smiling faces,
Short giggles,
A quiet laugh,
Small chills.

A young gentleman,
A little lady,
His name is Christopher,
Her name is Ashley.

Stars sparkle,
She glows so bright,
Compliments from him,
All this night.

And here we leave them,
These lovers two,
They need some privacey,
Wouldn't you?

-Bri