They try to tell us we're too young
Too young to reaaly be in love
They say that love's a word
A word we've only heard
But can't begin to know the meaning of
And yet we're not too young to know
This love will last though years may go
And then someday they may recall
We were not to young at fallMidway between happiness and sadness boiling but not overflowing,
fails to only make a better come back, more powerful and poignant and falls again
Destructive lust for life erected, on the verge pricked up like a picket
fearing to respond to the tempting but malevolent call of the other side.