Young love will not return
I see it in the earth and worms
It's decomposing into soil
All good things will eventually spoil
Young love will not return
It's had its day, it's had its turn
Circling, whirling I waited daily
On campuses, in fields it lived on gaily
Young love will not return
Hold it tight, it's going to burn
Learn to live for other reasons
Chasing in ghosts is a form of treason
Young love will not return
I could complain, I could be spurned
But new fruits grow from the blackened dirt
Trees grow taller and birds start to chirp
Young love will not return
You have to think, you have to learn
Feelings are for children and poems
In life you choose, in life you're shown
