Forthwith to disappear
unto the now regaling and beguiling
clear and empty space retiring
in my mind, and ever binding,
to the whims of soul transpiring,
should my interim be inspiring,
might I meet again in hiring
unto this the words of firing,
fleeting, felt and folded youth,
to elucidate what lies aloof,
and in, adopt, a new pursuit;
for she is angelic, forsooth;
but ever is she lost to me.
I call this Love of Youth.