Young Love

A poem about loving just too young.

 

 

 

 

The best rose is a happy one.
She likes to spend days in the sun.
Her song is sweet yet never sung,
For lovers will love far too young.

As winter spills a pain like fire,
The best rose is full of desire.
She is waiting as tears are wrung,
For lovers will love far too young.

Summers gently embrace this one,
Who is dressed with colors undone.
Her song is sweet yet never sung,
For lovers will love far too young.