Youthful Hearts Poem by Aroura Colour

</>I see young couples;
Hand in hand.
With not a bit of troubles;
Oh, so grand

Many a time I mumble,
'What about my prince?
Where is he when my tower is to crumble? '
I continue my strole, vast many a fences.

Turned the corner and there he was,
Energetic, free, child-likem with the eyes of an angel.
He stared into my eyes, I glanced away because...
I can't believe he would even go for a girl so careful

I am apart of a young couple;
Us holding hands
With not a bit of trouble,
Isn't it grand?