How can words describe how I feel

If how I feel is never real?

It’s because I’m young, so my heart lacks

Precious wisdom and proven facts

About what love is and what it’s not

Despite the fact that it’s what I got

It doesn’t matter that I know

That you should let your feelings flow

My age limits my capacity to be

As free as my mind can see

For I truly do not understand

That lovers walk hand in hand

And that they feel for each other

And their closeness may sometimes smother

Each other- but it’s okay

Because they accept each other in that way

And I definitely can’t comprehend

How closely they depend

On each other to be there

And worry and laugh and just care

Because I’m young and I don’t know

How these precious feelings go

I cannot be held to see

What the rest of the world receives

I will have to wait my turn

And hope that I will not be spurned

Because, apparently, my love is not real

And I will just have to deal

With these facts and with others too

But it doesn’t change how I feel about you