A young heart, fragile and whole Unperturbed by the reality of the world Blissful ignorance and glowing souls Every experience felt ten fold
A young heart, tender and warm Giggles of laughter within this storm Like the protection of an old trees bark An innocent smile that keeps out the dark
A young heart, undisturbed and still A life force of incomparable will Lighting the candles of old and lacking wicks Simple and yet to be complex
A young heart, passing through time The path of life is not a straight line Remember and do not harden so There is never a need to grow old
This was a one of the poems from an assignment in school, meant to be based off William Blake's poem style.