Our love was young and bold. It was the summer. I took her to a home, in which I told her I would rebuild for her someday. Our love scared her parents and she was taken away. I wrote her letters for years, however she never responded. One day she visited me in my home, who I was with my friend that we no longer speak of. Our love took over like a storm, just as young, just as bold. Time passed and our love only grew deeper and wiser. We now spend our days with me reading to her each day, reminding her of a young man who was so deeply in love and we fall in love all over again.