Mature

She makes me happy
And she is the one who makes me sad
She has her own aura
She has her own class

She thinks she is more mature
But inside she is a child
She cares so much about her looks
She doesn’t really know she is beautiful inside

She is a bit older to me
For this she makes all the hue and cry
She doesn’t really get it
That you can be young and mature at the same time

Everybody discouraged me
Nobody was there to encourage
Everybody told me to leave her be
As she had left the shore
She was sailing lonely

Love is something magical
It got nothing to do with age
You just got to measure its own value
You got to have trust
You got to have faith

AgeLove

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