In my young heart exists a love for you,
A love I cannot seem to understand
Nor yet deny--the touch of just your hand
Makes my heart beat as if this love were true.
I long to love you till the morning dew
Although I know such love will e'er be banned.
It is as if the gods had all this planned
To show me life through love's depressing hue,
I cannot see a joy in all the sky
Nor yet a gleam of sun behind the cloud;
I see but my one love and this love's truth.
'Tis you I love, and till the day I die
I must not speak of this young love aloud--
Perhaps it is not love, but only youth.

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