The Tender Age
The tender age I once knew,
Yet so far in my memory,
It still holds true.
Like a child wanting to explore,
What really goes on behind love's door.
The tenderness, oh how fast it fades,
For you see, you have only moments to waste.
Soon you find yourself lonely and bored,
Hiding behind love's door.
Wanting to know, but afraid to explore,
When you hear a knock at your door.
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