Young Love
You gave me my first guitar,
I gave you your first kiss;
I listened to the songs you sent;
I even made a list
To play for you when I drove out
So many miles from where I was;
I felt connected to your soul,
Your body and your blood
You were the flower cut before
Your budding love could bloom and grow—
The story ended much too soon,
Before our hearts could ever know
That feelings forged between our lives,
When we were young and both naïve,
Would burn within for years to come,
For true love’s mark can never leave.
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