My Love
I hear
ever so often
I am too young for love.
So my love, I write to you,
asking if how I feel is true?
You treat me like I'm someone.
Say who's
to place a limit
of age we should love?
Life shoots bullets of issues.
How easy it'd be if I could
only control how I feel.
And love,
the definition
is not opinionized.
What is my love, you may ask.
Please keep in mind that I am too young,
But also keep it open.
Love is
dancing in the rain
to noise of the raindrops
or to the beats of your hearts;
Even without music playing,
sounds of laughter is enough.
Love is
my body storing
your electricity
flowing through my veins.
And everytime you touch my skin
you leave it glowing with warmth.
Although
love can hurt like hell,
you always heal my wounds.
I know this all seems corny,
but you know I'm not good at this.
Just remember that I'm yours.
And love,
you are my hero.
Picked me up off my feet
opened my eyes to the world.
You taught me how to love myself,
showed me the sky's the limit.
So now,
in ending this note
I have tried to explain
the definiton of love.
Please keep in mind I am too young,
and it's hard to put into words.