In the realm of love, where hearts entwine,
A question echoes, a plea divine:
'How can I ever fall in love again?'
The answer lies in the heart, not in the trend.

Each time I dare to love, they leave,
My youth, they say, is the reason to grieve.
But just because I'm younger, does that mean less?
In loving, in caring, in happiness?

I fear to fall in love, to leave myself bare,
In the hands of a man who may not care.
Yet, I yearn for love like the others my age,
To share sweet moments, to turn the page.

On cute dates, with laughter and cheer,
To share drinks, to hold each other dear.
To capture memories in a polaroid frame,
A moment of love, a moment of fame.

But how can I, when they judge me by age,
Assuming, without seeing my true stage?
My heart, my soul, my love, they can't see,
For they're blinded by the number, not by me.

So, I'll wait, I'll hope, I'll dream,
For the one who'll see past the age it seems.
Who'll love me for who I am, not my years,
And together, we'll conquer our fears.

For love knows no bounds, no age, no time,
It's a feeling, a bond, a beautiful rhyme.
And when I find that love, I'll know it's true,
For it'll be me, not my age, they'll pursue.