Her tender years oblivious to lapse of time Enraptured every sense of my being Earth shifted, beneath my feet, agonizing, Aye! Triple times the clock has struck midnight Her youth Her exuberance Drew me back to days of ignorance Power of reasoning momentarily dissipating
Drawn to maturity, she declared Boys her age, do not equate Like an empty chalice she hungered For age and experience, as only source I must confess it was not a matter of physicality As any mirror shall bear witness For maturity demands sensibility, age not withstanding Her wit, beyond youth, where relationship must rest