Enamored

Two lovers, in yellow hue. But can this love be true? How can love be everlasting, When doubt is casting A shadow upon her mind That may spread over time? In his love is there a chance That what he feels is love at first glance? And not lust that makes him 'love,' For her lovely, laced glove. Two lovers, in yellow hue. Love only directed toward you. How can intense love be anything but wanted, When all he has is love to give whole-hearted? Young as we are, we will be versed, In friendship, can be found, love nursed. Is genuine, humble, loving love not desired? Is that why this love is half-reciprocated? Still, plentiful, this love shan't run dry, Else a magnitude of efforts be not for try.