Monday, May 03, 2010

Young Love

Today I felt
A youthful mind
Her secret language
Of whats and whys

About the wind
Rain, stars and sky
About animals
And bugs that fly

She saw pretty things
Dared to laugh out loud
She saw ugly things
And did the same

She asked me why
I knew everything
All the while staring
As if into my brain

We played and she learnt
About this world
While I held high
My guilty pride

For while we played
It was she who taught
While letting me
Pretend to guide

You see, she's young
While I feel old
Pretending that
It mattered not

I think, she'll grow up
Faster than she knows
Alas, slowly
The apple's core will rot

My time and meandering
Story line
For years, like rocks
Developed mould

I shielded myself
Against the fears
I slowly let
My heart grow cold

Do not give up
Give in, or give out
I've learnt to keep
So very still

To stand like grass
Against the storms
To hide a soul
That was slowly ill

I thought for years
That I was fine
When I've lost
My will to be alive

Until I felt
Her youthful mind
An inspiration
That was only nine

Today I loved
A youthful mind
Her secret language
Of smiles and laughs

She asked me to tell
Everything I knew
And in return, she
Showed me all about love