How old is old enough to say the words?
The set of three which every person knows,
What age is perfect, what one is absurd?
When, like the flower, true affection grows.
How long must I know you before it’s right?
What time is the trigger, days, months, or years?
To love young surely is no awful plight,
Though it is full of what a father fears.
There is some risk when short-eyed youth declare,
Promising devotion, as passion burns.
But you and I, our love is sweet and fair,
A word to describe it remains unlearned.
This I know, it is truly nothing new,
More than words or age defines, I love you.
The set of three which every person knows,
What age is perfect, what one is absurd?
When, like the flower, true affection grows.
How long must I know you before it’s right?
What time is the trigger, days, months, or years?
To love young surely is no awful plight,
Though it is full of what a father fears.
There is some risk when short-eyed youth declare,
Promising devotion, as passion burns.
But you and I, our love is sweet and fair,
A word to describe it remains unlearned.
This I know, it is truly nothing new,
More than words or age defines, I love you.
Happy Valentine's Day!
~ Brittanie V.
You go, girl! Some of those lines are downright Shakespearian. I like "full of what a father fears" -- nice alliteration. And "short-eyed youth."
ReplyDeleteI met my true love when I was 16. We have been married 26 years. (And I just turned 46, so do the math ;) )
Aw thank you :) I am glad you like it!
ReplyDeleteThat is so wonderful! How romantic :)
I will be expecting another one of these this upcoming valentines day :)
ReplyDeleteAh, I didn't get your request in time Willy :) I will write you one before summer's through :)
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