young love is honed so sharp
that the blade can snap, embedded in your heart
and when you move you feel the ache
though the face that caused it fades
but old love grows so long
that the part above the ground has less effect
and time can wither tender shoots
but leaves those roots secure and strong
but the best love has no time
no forwards, backwards, but only now
its strong arms hold you when you walk
and if you fall, you're always caught
though I know this to be true
yet I still believe I love you the best
the way that you turn your head
it twists my heart so tight it hurts