POEM

Immature love

Our love did not get better at a young age

At the school table

Or the names written on the wall are lost with the arrival of newcomers.

Immature love is lost at a young age before reaching the age of eighteen

Looking sideways in math class, our love was limited to keeping our feet on the floor under the table in private!

A chance to talk a little while watching your girlfriend or laughing out loud when you hold her hand

Those loves were lost as soon as I set foot in college.

Then many years later we never think

Maybe that school, the blue-and-white dress, the bag-shoulder bag, the love that spoke very cautiously through the street was transparent.

That immature love was holiness, joy was some sweet memory

In the city of mechanics, we fell in love again, but in that love, it was a struggle to be established and beauty!

Then with the memory of our immature love we fall in love again in the city of deception and come to stay a little better.