I was twenty years old, a tender soul
You sixteen have everything to learn
When I wrote you poems
Where everything rhymed with I love you
You were still a schoolgirl
It was a little before the war
On the cusp of adolescence
Desire shakes up childhood
In the grass of an early spring
We united in simple marriage
Our witness was God the father
It was a little before the war
But in the wind of faulty loves
What must happen happens
Your height took on importance
We were married urgently
But one day things changed
It was a little before the war
A uniform without alterations
A rifle and four cartridges
The burnt fields of retirement
The barbed wire of defeat
Somewhere in a foreign land
I see us again before the war
Where are the sixteen years of your life
And the springs of our follies
When luck opened for us
The golden doors of carelessness
And everything shone with light
Before the night, before the war
Before the war

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