Poetry

What is this feeling?

So where did I start.
Well, about my broken heart.
Well son, at times were all a boy.
But I never treated her as a toy.

You are older no.
So I'll tell you how.
When you see what here wearing,
Tell yourself 'stop staring'.

Yes they just might as well be pretty,
but when you get trapped, I won't show you any pity.
I'll tell you what to do,
If you shall ever feel for two.

You might not be the perfect son.
But for on her, you migt be the perfect one.
I'll tell about this emotion.
And if learned you'll get a promotion.

It is called love.
Can't you feel the touch of its glove?
For you it will wait.
Your feelings are yours to state.

But don't let infatuation trip you.
Do know which one is true.
Away from that fly.
Do not welcome it and say 'hi'.

Say 'get away from me!
I know what I want to be!'

On this you are not alone.
To me, you can come back home.
You, I shall protect.
But danger you must learn to detect.

You may not actually love her.
You night say yes. But no. Or it'll be a blur.
Just wait a little while longer.
Let the wisdom grow stronger.

But son, don't take it from granted.
It has made lives slanted...*mine*.
So go on know son, ...go.
But down the river of wisdom...flow.