Blame It On My Youth

When I was young I fell in love With every girl I ever kissed. Each one, each time Became my rhyme and reason to exist. My naïve heart believed in miracles, And I prayed so fervently That each girl I'd see would prove to be The miracle for me. When a girl was on my mind Each hour of every night and day, Then often I'd forget to find The time to eat, or sleep, or pray. And if I cried each time I tried But still would lose the game, I never thought to fault my heart, In truth, I only had my youth to blame.