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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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