Young Love

In seats of clouds,
Amidst a throne of cotton white
High above this mortal sphere,
Angels carved young lovers fate.
From Happy Endings to New Beginnings
Young love was sought, and gained.

Stretched along the archers bow
A silver lining heart engraved,
And with an arrow sharp, just like a dart,
They pierce the heart of unknowing victim.

Although most times love would prevail,
Even romance tells sad tales.
In times such as these,
The divine bow their heads to pay their respects,
For even their majesty knows,
Young love should know no unhappy end.
Either way the fates reign is supreme,
As she signs her name in the golden book of destiny.