The Tender Sins of Earth

The Tender Sins of Earth

 

The Mistakes & Romantic Sins of Youth

Should Be Forgiven & Never Forgotten.

 

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When I performed the rites of airy spring,

I did not see the gift within the gain,

 

As I was lost in wonder

 

With a gleam

 

And did not seek a meaning

 

In the main

 

Oh, I was like a daydream in the hills,

When tickled by the eyelash of my love,

I swooned in every tender sin of Earth,

Indifferent to the sigh of things above

 

And that is why

The essence of a youth

 

Is little more than

Pollen on a wing

 

Yet I have come

To envy what I see

Within the one

 

Who lives

The rites of spring.