Monday, 29 January 2007

In Youth

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.

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