Young Eyes
I once knew your point of view.
Innocent and fresh.
Sweet as the mourning dew.
Time teaches lessons sometimes harder than they should be.
Sad as the old lonley man.
Who watches the young lovers so very foolish and free.
Like the seasons of spring and summer.
Along with foolish lies.
I wish you could stay eternal sweet young eyes.
Never to feel the pain or know the cold.
To experience the bitterness of time.
Or the emptyness of growing old.
But with days slowly passing even the
greatest passion dies.
I wish you never to know the truth.
And remain forever my sweet young eyes.
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