A poem for young Women who steal the hearts of men

The heart of a young maiden
in such frustrating hollow
and selfish times
Is fickle and jealous
it fights against itself
But for not this young ladies wisdom
(in so a lack of)
would my foolish heart
be condemned to her fleeting love

Does time not  forgive?
I choose living death
And life in it too
does ease my juvenile love
for such a confused and battered
Angel