The Young Mans Song

I question myself, am I fit to love
does love indeed fit in me?  
The question floods my mind  
with answers not forthcoming.  
Love’s  not found unless love is sought.  
Search the world for that princess true
Your fate, her fate become one fate.
 
Love is such a winding path, through  
times both good and bad, it’s  
course unknown, the direction blind.
But begin I must, begin in this  
adolescent fog to feel my way
for certainty that comes with love.
and perhaps answer my own  
question  of why. And how?