An old love

how do i start a sad tale of youth
there was a he and there was a her
plenty of places and late night calls
two young hearts, well not anymore
now holding futures far apart
their tale did not end with their last day
love did not die; it only changed
now it’s an old tired love but its alive
every time we talk something breaks
too young and wild for forever
yet we believed this was everything;
our everything lasted only a second
such passion boiled our blood;
even Shakespeare did not know
to describe our loves explosion
not enough time or words left
like a blank canvas only touched by paint
we were a slow but fast rush of adrenaline;
song without a melody yet beautiful
to blink was to lose it all and find it again
another explosion and we were gone
we were the morning sun and a typhoon
nothing could ever stand still
everything was bursting with colour
young hearts love oh so well
never apart for long then, but now…
just a story love forgot 
again...