Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay

- Robert Frost, 1923

"Marry me first?"

This kiss frightened me. There was too much tension, too strong an edge to the way his lips crushed mine---like he was afraid we had only so much time left to us.

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