Too Young...

What I fear the most,
Starts to unfold.
As matchmakes bet
Love still young to behold

Flow against the tide of cheer,
Resist the shore of love so pure.
But sometimes the current wins,
And you cant do anything.

Ask the moon, sun, the stars in the sky;
They have been expectators of love on pry.
Seek the advice of a willow tree;
To help withstand upcoming calamity.

Dont fall for a foolish sign;
For love is often times blind.
Beware of perilous schemes;
That lay silent in the dim.

Ill ask and heed for advice;
For someday me too will seek for a bride.
And for that chapter to take place;
Ill have to look love in the face.

***Written during the time when I contemplated on Love, Marriage, and Life. Ewwww,,, Scary! This poem also talks about past love. Failed love. This talks about hope and wisdom from those that came before us.