Sight of eyes

People will contradict young love.

they can't know for sure

what one heart feels for another.

 how one soul beats for each other.

unless they're in the valves

the soul

the very depths of two becoming one.

It's not the passionate nights where your eyes flurry with lust,

or the magical days where you go out 

Young love is feeling your heartbeat fasten

when they walk in the room

that exploding touch in your veins

when their smile meets their eyes

Young love is being their blanket

when they're sick

it's listening, and cooperating.
It's going to bed not angry, after a big fight.

Young love is knowing

feeling with the blood that pumps

that it's true.

when you always come back to each other

young love,

at the end of the day,

is when you feel it;

and what you make it