Childhood Love

Something strange and new that seems to flow like time:
          
          missed, used, wasted, charished.

Of course I feel like a kid again, with all the memories refreshed
  
         (like hitting a reset button?)

Back to swingsets and ice cream cones -

          needing band-aids to cover scratches
          
          gained from falling down one too many times

          smiling through each accident.

How is it pain is so happy? Magic - a trick?

          It's a memory most loved.

And with each joking insult I smile bigger:

          happy, confused, different, usure.

How different it feels, like waking to a sunny day

          (or from a peaceful dream?)

With each passing second comes a greater bond -

           sharing smiles and stories and wishes
        
           like giggling children under covers

           staying up past bedtimes.

So what causes two grown people to act so childish?

            It's a love so true.