Young Love
They tell me I’m too young to know what love really is,
But if that is true, then why is this?
Your name is the first I think of when I open my eyes,
The last I whisper when I close them at night.
Every time I look at you, my heart skips a beat.
And when you walk away, I can’t feel a thing.
The smallest touch,
The quickest wink,
All mean so much,
I begin to sink.
I try to process everything.
I can’t believe you’re mine.
Each time I blink, I begin to cry.
So, if this isn’t love,
Tell me, then, what is?
Cause as far as I’m concerned
My love is his.
(2008)
wooowwww...I had love ALL wrong didn't I? Come on, let's all laugh at my adolescent ignorance. :)
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