Young Love

March 8, 2012
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If you asked me, I would not tell you the truth,
Ah, youth,
It permits me to wait,
Wait for a clean slate,
Wait for your face to disappear from my mind.

I can’t describe this pain inside my chest,
Even with this, I feel blessed,
To have endured such torture, watching you with her,
If you asked me, you would not hear my answer.

The thought of your ignorance is tolerable,
But your rejection would be crippling, unbearable
Beyond imagination, beyond all traces of hope,
Your heart is unique, seen only by the eyes of a microscope,
If you asked me, and I told you that I love you, would you say that you love her?

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