Young love is a thing of high debate,
At the age of so young, can fate
Bring two together to form just one,
Or can that illusion be simply undone.
With little knowledge of hearts and love,
Her heart is set free like a snowy white dove,
Until one day, it comes crashing back down,
Her smile and laugh replaced with a frown.
But she will learn as each of them do,
The fact she's young is probably the clue,
To why she hasn't found that special one,
But for now, live life, smile, and have fun.
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