Hoavatee Poem



The world was young,
And so were we,
Our minds were shrunk,
But we felt free

Your face was sweet,
It looked like cake,
And when I licked it,
It made you shake.

Your eyes like gold,
Fantastic, cool,
When I saw you,
I would drool.

It was a brill time,
Those few years,
You next to me,
Very few tears.

When I think now,
Of that love,
Free as a dove,
I remember that in fact it was
Rubbish