Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Innocence of it All

I would write your name on a piece of paper
Add little hearts and a whole lot of color
Then, the mere thought of you was enough for me
I would get a hello; my heart raced quickly.

Beauty of young love lies in its purity
Ephemeral, untainted eternally
A time when possibilities were endless
Love seemed simple - and the heart knew nothing less.

Once older, bruised from a crushed romance or more
Left space for cynicism to take over
And I wonder if it can happen again
Could I love like I have never been in pain?

Innocence of young love is indelible
Now, even forgot the mirth to just giggle
Would like to think there's naivete like before
Love is simple - and this heart knows it for sure.