25 Summers

26 winters, 26 springs

No sign of love and the joy it brings

Many I knew, never found one

The one I wanted is as far as the sun

25 autumns all lived them in mess

Still I haven't felt the warmth of a kiss

No loss of time in a warm embrace

No loss of time, no loss of space

25 summers, I knew no fears 

No maiden in the shadows to dry her tears

All were cold, all were dead

All were ashes on the sheets they spread

I knew no love, and I'm not in shame

Proud I still hide her name

But I'm only getting older

While she places her hand on another shoulder

Maybe I'm too brave, maybe too bold

Maybe it's the devil and the soul I sold

All in vain the battles I fought

All to remains poems that I wrote

It's nothing I can learn 

It's nothing I can yearn

it's not a kiss under the rain 

I never knew it but I know its pain

Maybe I'm too young, maybe too old

Maybe I am heartless and cold 

No heartbeat racing in love and fear

Aches the empty heart for the 25th year

But I want to be there

Under the moon by the lake

I want to heal her heartbreak

With her scent in the air