The year’s so young
And so are you.
My eyes abound
With sparkling dew.
Above the clouds
The sky is clear.
It’s pure and loud,
The call I hear.
The call of waves
Through ticking clocks
Breaks loose,
And breaks the icy rocks
In snow-white sea
That is your heart,
The one that’s still
Untouched by darts
Of future sins
We shall go through.
You say: “Keep silence.
Yet, be true”.
We’ve got our share
Of harps and wings.
Your silky hair
Is on my skin.
I’m happy now,
And I’m aware:
No matter how,
One day you’ll flare.
The year’s so new
And so am I –
Devoted, true,
Beloved and shy…
Shy while young
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