A Single Strand of Hair

I found a single strand of hair today,
  while dusting the shelf above.
Not a usual thing to halt the day,
  but it was from my departed love.

I was surprised I gave it such notice,
  that single strand of hair,
but it reminded me of her sweet kiss,
  which one, I did not care.

It had a unique twist and curl,
  as it laid there in my hand,
that told me it was from that girl,
  whose departure I had not planned.

I knew it had to be cherished,
  just like the girl who once owned it.
Her leaving I had not wished,
  I would have stopped her, had I known it.

This hair it has much weight,
  now resting on my heart.
I find it hard to translate,
  since our destinies do now part.

I painted this in art school when I was 12 years old.

Too Young to Know Love?

They said I was too young to know love,
  that it really didn't matter.
I loved that they said that,
  it made me even badder.

They said I was too young to know love.
   They wanted me to be a spectator.
Little did they know,
   I was a better imitator.

They said I was too young to know love,
  there are better things to do.
I knew when they said that,
  it was really just my cue.

They said I was too young to know love,
   I should just go to school,
but that just made it worse,
   as I was starting to drool.

Too young to know love?
   I don't think so,
and please would you meet,
   my heavenly new beau.

They said I was too young,
   it was just "puppy love",
but I'd known all along,
   it was none of the above.

Too young to know love?
  Well I've heard through the chatter,
and you'll be happy to know,
  I picked up more than a smatter.

Too young to know love?
  Well gone is the beau,
and I really must say,
  it was hard to let go.

So now I know love,
   and there's no test to take,
you just offer your heart,
   and have it willing to ache.