First Love Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I remember as a boy the calm soft spring rains invoking the smell of the dry rock
Being wetted, and swallows circling the air with their shimmering talk
And fat sleek frogs in the pools singing at summer stars night,
The birch trees burdened with song choirs on boughs high and wide


I remember the Robins of different hues wearing their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on farms encircled with a low fence-wire;
And only I knew then that your sharp glance at me
Stirred thunder and roaring lighting inside my torn longing heart which none did see


Spring was laughing in every budding darling flower
I do not remember did I walk with you on mountain or thru bower
Did I walked towards you? Yet who ever looked at me in the street
I thought it must be you in a beat


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