He has this
Soft and brown
Perfect hair.
When we touch
Sparks just fly.
Flawless and
Exquisite
Butterflies
Inside out
Is this love
That I feel?
It can’t be
I'm too young
But it feels
So, so right
Everyone
Tells me that
I'm too young
To know love
But what if
They're just wrong
Oh what if
Maybe oh
Maybe they
Just have not
Felt this way
With someone
Before. So
These adults
Speak their minds
“Girl, this just
Is not love
You’re so young”
But I say
“You're so wrong”
This is love
And if I’m
Wrong, well love..
Then love must
Be wrong too