Glade, you seem to me an eternal
or let´s say perpetual suprise.
Your shyness, if that´s the case
a continually, yet unexpectedy
unveiled disguise.
Though, giving it a thought
how could it be otherwise;
your appearance
in the midst of a forest
within the depth of our souls
can´t be measured
certainly not in this and
presumably not, in any
other conceivable way.