He was twelve, with strong limbs, a boy from the Garden of Eden. When he laughed, all the larks laughed with him. With his flash of teeth, >with his marble-pale hands
he looked like a delicate angel
from a graceful ball masque.
He could sing with clarity
and his hair smelled of lilacs.
Oh he was a water prince
who had risen from the sea in his suit of gold lame
.
She was thirteen, a gazelle,
and her name was Annabelle.
they called Annabelle her both the doe and the roe deer.
With her bright red cheeks,
with her glittering wings,
in her gauze wedding dress
she looked most like a fairy.
Blue were her strange eyes,
blue but without compassion.
Oh she was a little mermaid
who had only just emerged from the sea.
Together in the dawn
they walked along the corn.
Mildly and without disturbing them
the sunlight shone down.
And under the pink rays
he kissed her lips lingeringly
and he said wonderful words to her,
even the grass listened.
On hearing those words
the wheat meekly yielded to them
and it lisped, Be welcome,
and offered passage to the two
as once the Red Sea.
When he was found, at the barking of dogs,
days later,
No one could tell anymore
how much little Annabelle
had loved her angel
from the graceful ball masque.
But the sea is still roaring.