Not A Love Poem

I Found this old poem that I wanted to share with you all. I wrote it in High school, but I still consider it some of my favorite work. It's very... well... ME. Enjoy!

Seventeen

I look in his eyes like a winter sky
Entwining make my tongue feel shy
To speak the words that linger there
That burst to fly through open air
So they may reach his wholesome ears
And bring him several joyous tears
The words I long to say are true
I long to tell him ‘I love you’

But I’m too young to know this thing
About which all the singers sing
And painters paint it on the page
Actors portray it on the stage
Writers write it in their words
musicians play it to be heard


But since I’m always called too young

it eats me like a song un-sung
and burns me like book on fire
and fades like art dropped in the mire
the notes go flat to be un-played
all acts go mute and won’t be said

I’m very much too young to know
what happens when you leave the show
Then walk the street his hand in yours
I’m just too small and immature
I’m not yet meant to understand
the thing my friends say is so grand
the beauty of this new feeling
can one man be so appealing?

is it something that I have felt?

Will it cause all my pain to melt?

I ponder at these small questions
Always open for suggestions
But since it’s good to have a guess
Mine is definitively yes
I think love is a thing I feel
I sure believe, it must be real
I think that it will heal my sorrow
From days that didn’t want tomorrow

And one man sure can be that great
He’ll give my heart a faster rate
make my head do some swift spinning
that’s just love’s heat-filled beginning
next my heart rate will pitter down
my face will change out of its frown
and all my woes from days gone bye
will quickly from my memory fly
and I’ll be hooked like trout at sea
“the only one for me” he’ll be.
Though I don’t want to hurt my life
I’m much too young to be a wife
But still I think I’d like to try
to own that sparkle in his eye
be a bride in a lovely gown
turn two worlds their upsides-down
and cut a cake with three pink layers
then dance along with music players
to have a husband all to me
With more-than-lifetime guarantee
I’d like to be a pretty bride
To see my father burst with pride
And mother weeping in her joy
That ‘Crystal’s finally found her boy
The man she couldn’t live without
Who’s shown her what this life’s about’
When mother’s cried out all her tears
She’ll reminisce ‘bout bye-gone years
She’ll give advice that I might take
About which kinds of foods to make
the groceries that I need to buy
To make a roast that isn’t dry
And bake him cookies from a dough
A recipe that I don’t know
she’ll tell me how to keep him fed
then comes the part that I most dread
the part that I don’t understand
the topic that I’ve always banned
the thing that makes a maiden blush
so on this page I will not touch
the subject that she’ll cover next
is exactly what you expect

but as I’ve said I am too young
and this cute tale that I have strung
is not a story that I’ve seen

'cause baby, I'm just seventeen!