Age

Somewhere inside a young girl hides
not quite a sweet sixteen,
full of life, of hopes, of dreams.
Ready to take on the world,
a stubborn, feisty, naive girl.
Thirsty for adventure,
refusing to surrender.
As time goes by she finds more rage,
while I sit back and slowly age.
Sweet girl much you don't know
but I wont let you go.
You are the blue within my fire,
your spark, no question I desire.
The vibrance of your light,
gives me the strength to fight
and though your road I do not envy,
you fill this aging heart a plenty.
Sweet girl that I adore
so spread thy wings and soar...
oh youth within my core.

Deo Volente
July 17, 2010