How many days and months have passed us by,
So swift, so smooth? We would not even know:
This time, right now, was—oh—a year ago;
I guess 'tis true that time doth truly fly!
Oh, how I wish we could this time defy,
Or just—at least—but make it move so slow,
Before we do, my darling, older grow,
And have no more the fire to testify.
How many smiles we spent, and secrets told?
How many naked times, but more enclosed?
How many questions if I you have known?
I know deep down that you can still unfold,
I know I'd keep you warm if you're exposed;
You know I only know what you have shown!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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