maturity doesn't come by itself

I wrote this, in the name of love, and for the one I love, (may you read this, dear)

hey, have you ever know that, its not love we called the end point.
hey, don't you know, people won't feel what they call true love, if they don't wanna get hurt.
hey, don't you know, that I won't give up?

yes, I do believe, our parents are numero uno.
yes, I'm with you, early age is our best time for learing everything but love
yes, we can find love wherever, even is slums.

but,
have you give me your mature answers?
have you been mature?
do I have to soften you down?

don't you know that.
ceramics can be shaped when its still a clay.
when the clay hardened, you cannot shape 'em up.
all you can do, just break that ceramic, breaks up into tiny bitsy little pieces.

don't you realize.
even the hardest beautiful precious diamonds, will be shaped by smaller soft diamonds?
nobody will love a raw diamonds, no matter how precious it is
but when it is shaped up by soft diamonds, it become undoubtly valuable item.

one last request,
have you been a mature kid to understand everybody's feeling?
I don't think you have, but I believe you will.
someday. maybe 50 years from now on.