Like a crystalline rock of a hanging cliff along the swampy sands of a wind ruffles sea, Young heart craves to venture forth on waves and kiss the blue from far away streams. Like that of the cliff, burning desire ablaze to be drenched with, to get the feel of a foreign touch. But little does the heart know of dormant strength of the buzzing sea, It anticipates warmth from the chilled watery wretch.
There comes high tide declaring the moment. The shells dance on the sea bed on the ripple's melody. The heart is embraced by the angry waves, the only master of the sea.
Fiercely the surge does, kiss, embrace, drench with thrust of an experienced lover akin. Young heart (the cliff), untamed, untrained, unaware of the force of this love, gives in.
The wave dashes to the cliff, breaks the crystalline metamorphic rocks into a thousand broken pieces. Then it ebbs away with the wretched parts, with the memories, the sediments, leaving behind a brackish.
So is the ferocity of love for a young heart - It makes you beg for it to come to you But then leaves you behind crying over why you ever did!