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.