It is all encompassing, it is all consuming,
It is bitter, it is glitter,
It is wild & moving
It is sly, it is shy, and it is naïve & silly,
It involves notes & entendre, no mention of willy.
We hold hands, we dream, we plan, but alas
Our parents have already tied our masts to the sail.
I love the innocence I had as a child,
I was truly naïve & it’s prevented me from original sin,
I had envy of mates who chose to easily give in
I was too shy to take part & much to my chagrin
You put me straight, you got your best friend to ask,
Would I take you to the dance, no strings attached
I will trust you, you’re much kinder than me,
I wonder what I will turn out to be……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem