• Young Love

    I’m an archer and a gypsy,
    Focused and free.
    Blinded by vision, I struggle to see.

    Joy radiates from my soul.
    Like a newborn foal,
    I’m clumsy yet full of life.

    Sprinting through tender green grass,
    Tumbling through mud,
    How long will it last?

    A smile, a laugh, a hug.
    As long as our hearts are cosy and snug,
    That is how long it will last.