Break not the heart so, I implore,
Shed this stubbornness of youth's shore.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
If from the moon's embrace, your brow,
Unfurls a tress, I vow,
My heart in prayer will sing,
And blessings heavenward swing.
If gently you bend your waist,
Heedless of time, of haste,
All you desire, He'll bestow,
For youth, His gift, you know.
This bloom of youth, do not deny,
Embrace the moment, as you fly,
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
Have you not heard the whispered plea,
Life blooms but once, for you and me?
Youth's tender bud, in time's own art,
Unfurls, and plays its destined part.
In life's unfolding, fleeting rhyme,
Love's truest days, a sacred time.
Turn not from love, its gentle call,
Embrace the moment, heed love's thrall.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
If melodies upon your lips reside,
Why hold them back, within you hide?
For melodies, if stifled, fade away,
And leave behind an empty day.
If hearts pursue, their fervent plea,
Why turn away, from destiny?
These moments swift, will not return,
For love's sweet flame, your soul will yearn.
My arms await, a welcoming space,
Accept, embrace, this warm embrace.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
You are young, a vision bright,
Blessed by God, in morning's light.
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