Come, oh one of passion of deep, mindful feeling of trust and kindness cleanliness and beauty Wrap your arms around me embrace me relieve me from the harsh chains which bind me unto the darkness of the world of hate Love me forever Give me the feeling of a million petals floating in a clear blue sea I long for you like life longs for light Too faraway are you oh one of passion And I am not at ease until you are seen within my distance. --December 31, 1989
— To think I had such aching desire in my little high school freshman body.
The boy I wrote this for has flourished into a successful man yet still embodies those gifts and virtues included in the poem written so many years ago.
I guess you are never too young for yearning. And you are never too old, either.