My Heart
By Larry Litle
December 11, 2012
My heart still believes
I am yet a young man
My body knows the Truth
Yet isn’t love for the young?
Pitter Patter of emotions
Is a trap of naive youth
It fades into Oblivion
As we age, I am told
My heart must be trapped
In the past of our lives
For the pitter patter grows
Passionate thoughts of you
As I work through the day
My mind reflects on your smile
My heart yearns to hold
Your gentle hand in mine
My body might age in time
Not the young man once was
Like stories of Neverland
My heart refuses to grow Old
My love doesn’t simply fade
Only grows stronger with age.
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