Young Love

The follies youth themselves commit

To love’s frivolities they readily submit
Their tender age sought no comprehension
Beauty and flesh have become a passion.

To love’s austerities bother them not
For enduring burdens is not their lot
Happy times is the knowledge of their heart
Otherwise, they are certainly to part.

 To the ways of love they must yet to fathom
 The depths and pains of a true love’s venom
 To be dumb of its essence, a pity it is
 For love is never there and will never exist.

A poem that got published in my college newspaper