Some things remind me of intelligent woman.
Capable, powerful, precise,
not interested in charming ruins,
smiling without a shadow
to me as to the matter
of the past.
Leading her course under respected rulers:
babies, family, distinct craft.
Testing her spirit with exercises
and making love.
with modest cough.
Some things remind me of jittering youngster
wearing clothes of old men.
Being no tenor always seeking
penultimate notes and
split into now and then.
I also wonder how they could fit together:
cornelian lightened with topaz.
Never set up in a precious necklace,
not engaged, nor broke
with a fuss.
Coupled as words in the phrase:
How could they avoid this bourgeois torture?
Stuck fiercely to the chosen path.
Ready to share a joke, but not future
kept living each given
day and, alas,
Forgot love story