A young heart knows nothing about love
It knows not it's rarity
Knows little else than sincerity
Thinks only of today
and not of posterity
Feels the physicality
with less regard for totality
Fears not fatality
With heart open
Loves with purity
Without insecurity
With honesty and clarity
Thinking not about disparity
A young heart knows everything about love....
Except it's rarity.
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