When You’re 25 and She’s 26…

Here I am, a little boy.

How strongly my heart beats

Gazing on an elder swan

Praying time repeats,

For how can I grow ever older

As the world grows ever colder

Knowing my arms will never enfold her,

And facing only defeats?

Here I am, a tiny man

Seeing into the past

A lady, once in a lifetime

Traveling ever too fast.

Many a princess has been misled

Into kissing a frog, but not when it’s dead

And I, but a tadpole, just watched as she fled

And I wish my heart might beat its last

For how can you live with a soul

Guaranteed to miss half of its whole,

Being born in a land whose cruel history planned

To demand from your hand unfair toll?

For a frog may love flying,

But know only a leap, imitation.

So I, left unborn in the past

See my love through a like limitation,

With a heart never freed

From perpetual need

Knowing she’ll never read

This most pitiful seed

That someday just might grow

To a tree that might show

Just how far I would go

So that maybe she’d know

Here I am!

Here I am!

Here I go!