Insane young hearts, little did they know,
Of cupid's mysterious ways to shoot his arrow.
They took small sips from a glittery magic potion,
Honey drops with a secret love spell in delusion.
Thus crimson got added to their monochromatic world,
Commencement of sweet sins, favourite mistakes untold.
Day in, day out they found themselves waiting,
For some old love song with euphoric feelings rekindling.
Mum their lips, struggling inside are unsaid words,
But, deny not the language of captivation that playful smiles hold.
Conquering each other's dreamland, marking are they territory.
Soaring spirits intertwining like vines of morning glory.
They call not it love, for they find love weakening,
Yet for the world, just another tale of young hearts pounding.