My roses fade; their apples too
But that you will not mention.
The Church-Bell strikes; the wedding ends,
And I grant you exemption.
I haven’t met the love, not yet,
I hope it’s only missing, as I remain
the only one
that you will not be kissing.

My hair was burned from ends through roots
Whilst yours had not remained
The name
‘twas written in my book
Since always in my locket stayed.

Our music heard through drinks we gave
In that Swimming-Pool-Library.
The boy undrowned as I did hold
Him in my hands like finery.
The back is warm
Your eyes uncold
And finally
I reach…

Through that crazy brain of yours
And to the heart you teach.