?

Is this just the hot blood of youth,

or is this something more?

Am I just going through the motions,

A slave to the adolescent law?

Or do the strings of my heart

resound in a deeper tone?

What more could reality hold?

Could more truth ever be shown?

And if the strings of my heart,

bore testiment to the love you provoke

untouched they'd play melodies like the yellow of a yolk-

vibrant, fierce and vivid- impossible to ignore,

yet beautiful, fragile and tender-

my heart upon a score.

But when love's unreturned,

it's as if a string is broken,

so love me, hold me, mend me,

and receive this frail heart's token.