Respect Poem by Pierre Rausch

That it was all over
The souvenirs of youth recalled
That it was all over
What beloved hair
With a flower you give
With the flower you see
That it was all over
Why not at once
That it was all over
His most imperious tone
Then all ranged themselves
On the sill of the small window
That sweet forbidden fruit
What billowing hair
That is over her
Gave it to her profile
The passers-by had love wedded
Which was preparation
Which was a respect
Which was preparation
And cast convinctiobn
Off the thing they were about
And leaning against each other
There was some compassion
Like crystal and also of pop, so be it