Words & Music: Caroline Lavelle

Young love is honed so sharp
that the blade can snap embedded in your heart,
and when you move you feel the ache,
though the face that caused it fades.

But old love grows so long
that the part above the ground has less effect,
and time can wither tender shoots,
but leaves those roots secure and strong.

But the best love has no time;
no forwards, backwards but only now.
It’s strong arms hold you when you walk
and if you fall you’re always caught.

Though I know this to be true,
yet I still believe I love you the best;
the way that you turn your head,
it twists my heart so tight it hurts.

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