Maria

Love poem.

On the night you left camp a week early
You asked me
Not to tell you that I loved you
Knowing that we both knew-
That we both felt the same

But, that
In acknowledging the truth
There was a requirement of action-
A commitment

We were both too young for that-
Too young to realize
All we would lose
By ignoring the truth
Ignoring the love
We felt for one another