Jongen en Meisje

Bonded in every strawberry blonde
In sensitive and gentle song
She rides on the cliff of ecstasy
And is ash laden on the end of me
.

No woman in all humanity
Has been loved as much as she
Not even those who Helen see
Have loved one so dearly
.

Nor has there been a passion felt
Before which a man has knelt
For which his pants are belt
And yet for which a tear is dealt
.

Her presence alone brings such care
In each and every worldly stare
There is in each moment there
That which oceans still in quiet waves
.

In fear I am held in tragic sway
Each second of every day
There is that these Norse gods will dwell
And come to claim that which they left so carelessly
To wander earth with one such as me
.

Her hands and lips upon the staff of me
Seems not course, nor rude, nor plain
She daughter of those gods I fear
Is right and natural mistress here
.

I am healed by the mere thought of it
To know that this a woman can be
That none before, not mother, not lover, not wife
Has given or ever shown to me
.

No hint of that gentle care
No tease of that special air
That awakens when in morn she rises
And the attention of the gods is plain
And I watch for fear they came
.