So innocent you are, and
so sensitive to hurt, alike
rose you smile and shy away.
You prefer my arms for aid
feeling insecure and scared.
Your fear is unreasonable
your joy has endless measure.

Strange to you seems the
global appearance, and
existence in and around
the world astounds you,
you gaze at things and you
simply can’t perceive.
So nice you kiss me and
play with me to while the time.
so pretty you prattle knowing
not the sense of the matter.

Every single word you hear
is new to you when heard again.
So cute you look when in thoughts
trying to grasp everything in vain.
Physically matured but still
jewellery of gold and pearls
is insignificant in your treasure,
your desire is for dolls and other toys
you differ in no way from a child.

You a virgin alive; in aftermost stage
I would pray afterlife, for the
touch of your soul deep inside.
Might we both en masse live,
to you it means jus’ life,
but to me it means in a way
that I hardly find words to describe.
Near you yet so far from your
inner thoughts that’s never realized.