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Too Young | |||||||||||||
A love years ahead of its time Tied down by modern ideals Repressed by naivité Allegedly under control of the authorities But who could contain such a love? Certainly not any earthly creature Such a divine bond should not be questioned Nor tied down; repressed Nor under control of any tangible being A yearning feeling accompanies the holy love ... for now. Until the ignorant views are finally banished Until time catches up Until elders cease their quest for unattainable control Of something they cannot fathom Love will be barred by this self-inflicted blindness And delayed, not haulted, on its true course |
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