When I was young, love was a different concept to what it is now.

I once laid down in the grass by Brill Hill ready to tell you

how much I loved you , to declare at the top of my voice

to the clouds streaming past in military order, clean as a whistle, that I

truly could not imagine life without you and not realising for a single minute

as we both sat there, the grass staining our arses

through the cheap childish clothes we wore, breathless and steaming