Splendor in the Grass

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

[Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood, by William Wordsworth]




...suddenly the kissing isn't a kid's game anymore, suddenly it's wide-eyed, scary and dangerous.