A boy stiffling his age,
a canopy of fresh blank pages.
Thinks high of love and emotions,
turns man in the turbulence of rapids.
A girl turned woman in a hurry,
by the hands of protection.
Thinks low of all that’s human,
meets love which makes her worry.
Sweet love for as long,
as a whisper shall last.
But a bond full of sadness formed,
with no view of any glint.
In a flow they go,
downhill the course.
She reached a valley,
he died of course.