My youth is lost to foolish games,
To empty words, forgotten names.
To false bravado, cruel intent,
And countless tears for times misspent.
In youth I thought I knew of love,
Good times and I were hand in glove.
So proud was I to know the truth,
That love belonged in days of youth.
But now I know that love is more,
Than showing off and keeping score.
Love is not for childish games,
The heart is not a list of names.
Love is letting go of lies,
And bidding youth a fond goodbye.
Love is life begun anew,
Love is every day with you.