Young love is the rarest kind in the room
It either dies in the storm , or grows with the bloom.
Like a kicking baby in a mothers womb,
Or the beat of a heart perfectly in tune.
Young love can be the darkest day of all,
Pushing you down , and making you fall.
Breaking your heart or causing regret
Wishing you two had never met.
But love is risky regardless what age,
Two people write a story , always turning the page.
Maybe it will last forever , maybe it will end.
Perhaps I have found a love , and a lifetime friend.
People assume , but they never know;
Who are they to say our love won't grow?
We may be young and maybe not as smart,
But it doesn't take a fool to listen to their heart.
Love does not rely on age , race , or security,
It rests simply on connection , happiness , and maturity.
Who are they to say we don't know what love is,
For one day I may be his Mrs.
None of us can predict what the future holds.
But what we can do is watch it unfold,
Watch it rise , fall , fluster and explode;
Or watch us be forever and have your mind blowed.
So on to this I say to you,
Young relationships hold a beautiful hue.
It takes power to rise above the hype;
Though young , I think I have found a partner for life.