its my thinking that's leading me...
your eyes are glistening stars by which the nature reflecting her beauty... your voice enlivens the nature from its misery.... your shlep gives the nature the jubilance for being the part of it..... your joyousness presents the nature a bracing health...... your cry is warning knell to this nature that will make this nature as a rock knoll....... you are the herb of mine by which I've made my medicine ...
WHY A TEENAGE BOY WAIT FOR HER LOVER WHY A CHILDHOOD BOY WANT TO PLAY..
you can get it from "if poem" if you like and understand it.
what do you think ... about love in teenage please give reply.. frnds. i am getting confused..