Just Infatuation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching teenagers, both boys and girls, budding romances,
teasing, chasing, timidly reaching out to one another, now
experiencing desires beginning to grow and blossom within
them.

Not really knowing that what they are feeling is infatuation
and not love, a temporary feeling being brought about by
desire.

Wanting to continue to feel the exhilaration and excitement
of being close to another, beginning to experiment, hug and
kiss.

Loving feelings, thought of as love, don't really happen,
not knowing this, youngsters get tangled in the web of sex,
thinking this is the one for me.

Immature and still irresponsible, they sometimes get caught
in unwanted pregnancies, at times the girl keeping her child,
other times, having an abortion and killing their babies.

Not knowing how it will affect their lives in later years
when they begin to see the gray ghosts of the child they
had within them.

Wondering what they would have looked like, what they would
have become in life, growing into senior years with shadows
of these memories and images continually haunting them.

Left over memories of a once thought of love, that was in
reality and fact, just infatuation.