There are times when I weep like a child. The tears are caused by dread, worry, fear. I am afraid that what PEOPLE say may be true. PEOPLE say I am young, much too young to feel true love. To them it's considered infatuation. Who are they? How can THEY tell me of what is in my heart? To tell me that this is child's love is to tell me that I am no longer human. These are things I know without a doubt. Of my humanity, and my love. People say that the distance between us is much too great to overcome. Not so! I ask you now to take my hand, and we will break through these barriers. We shall walk together to show these people that our love is as strong as any other love. Now what do THEY day? They must say that they underestimated true love. For true love is exactly what we have. True love never fades, but it grows stronger. They will watch their barriers crash down and watch our love grow. Grow to new heights.
Reason for writing:
I'd like to dedicate this poem to November 22, 1997.
Birth sign: Pisces
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