Young man I see you fare so well

In loves endeavors your pride has swelled

But go and love because you have not truly lost

Young man so effervescent in wisdom of each cost

You scoff at my pain as you say a soul is solitary

Young man you twinkle your charm, your smile is what you’ll marry

My sheets may not be wrapped around soft lingering legs

Or the pillows imprisoning flowery remnants of curls from many a day

But young man I know more by not archaic age

But by love so everlasting, death has made me the sage

The debt that all men pay, even one so young as you

My love has all been spent on the woman who faired true

She will be the silent thief, the pearl beneath

Young man she could change all your beliefs

You will melt in her words and lose sight in her stare

Your young heart will entangle in the loops of her hair

Oh young man your passion rages in your veins so blindingly

Though one icy stare bludgeons reality

Insanity destroys vanity, engulfing every breath

And time will have unraveled until your love would have its death

Young man I may have spoken but my words have run dry

My heart has already seen dawns’ beginning and days’ night

My tears are poured from brittle bones, like shells they have hollowed

I pass the time until my body, in sorrow, will not wallow

Young man, no man can take my life when there is no life to take

So from day to day I watch each way of young lovers’ grand mistakes

Young man I cannot teach you love nor save your zealous heart

The world may surrender before your provincial thoughts you depart

For a tree that stands alone falls without a sound

But a forest mourns, a home is lost, as it crashes to the ground

Young man if my heart could breathe it would weep for you today

My bones so cracked and withered tell a story no words could say

~Christy V. January 4^th, 2013 10:17 AM