I loved a brittle girl so sweet,
who kept her feelings close.
She never dared to show herself -
my shaded summer rose.

Her smile was like a thousand stars
that shone upon my land.
We rarely spoke but always touched,
cause bliss laid in her hand.

Sometimes I slept between her breasts
where flesh enfolded soul.
Her dreams were love and motherhood;
of family - of whole.

But I was young and only thought
of glories to be won.
And now it's late - yes, much too late -
as she has sinced moved on.