When you came to me, through the open window
All the torn envelopes of me came into your hands,
There was nothing in them — just love that you could throw away –
If you chose. You threw it straight back to me, I caught it, we were away.

You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes
For being alive
I thought you are desiring reciprocation, but you weren’t
You, too, just wanted love.
You were just a girl, I was just a boy

I felt a difference: of mood, of shape and tone
I was no longer alone. You wrapped me up in you,
I went berserk: with happiness.
Could you not see the burning in me with the heat of you?
Your smell flashed pictures in my eyes, No disguise.

Like the spelling of your name, little sweet, skewed spelling
Of your name, The straw hat stuck on your head
Is a jubilee for me. Today I fall asleep happy.
I am seventeen next week..