Young Love

You judge him cruelly, you put me down
Disown my heart, forever frown
Screw you — I bleed, I have my senses
But you bar me from him with electric fences

We’re both mature, we’re both grown up
I’m Seventeen now, and not a pup
We love each other, we always will
You’ll hate me for this, but still…

Curse you for thinking
I don’t understand love
Curse you! Curse you! Curse you!
I am in love

Think about this — I do understand
You think I’ll cry, to me he’ll raise his hand
I know I love him, I’ll fall in and out
Please forgive me, forget your doubt

Curse you for thinking
I don’t understand love
Curse you! Curse you! Curse you!
I am in love

Don’t eat my heart, don’t cook it raw
I know we’re right; thin stemmed apple core
I’m moving out now, want to start my life
Want to start a family, mother and wife

I want this! I want this!
So how am I too young?
Over-silence me, stuff me “turkified”
Plug me with a bung

You’ll never understand what we have
Cement all my holes if you must
He loves my heart, not what you think
He’s no horny teenage boy wanting lust

Curse you for thinking
I don’t understand love
Curse you! Curse you! Curse you!
I am in love

I promise he will take great care of me
I’m a woman now, soon to marry
But you’re not invited to our wedding
It’s all your fault — your “un-trustful” meddling

I have no parents, I’ve hit a nadir
Hurting inside, I have a fear
That they’ll tear us apart, force me back
Crowbar me away, demolish the stack

Curse you for thinking
I don’t understand love
Curse you! Curse you! Curse you!
I am in love

Young love is not fantasy
It is not concupiscence
It is not phantasmagoria
Young love is real