I

In youth’s bright bloom at seventeen’s first light,
Unburdened by the weight of worldly care,
Beneath June’s moon, where lime trees weave the night,
We roam, our spirits free, with dreams to bear.

The lime trees’ fragrance scents the gentle air,
Soft zephyrs weave a melody of grace,
Where town and vine entwine without a care,
A symphony of odors interlace.

II

Amidst this scene, a scrap of azure sky,
Framed by a branch, a star’s ethereal gleam,
Mingling with fate, its gentle shivers fly,
Whispers of white in cosmic’s tender dream.

Oh, June’s embrace! At seventeen, the wine,
An elixir of life, within us flows,
Two wandering souls, their destinies align,
A stolen kiss, where the heart’s journey shows.

III

A heart unchained, dreams reaching evermore,
In moonlight’s glow, beneath a lamp’s embrace,
A maiden dances, curiosity to explore,
Her father’s sternness softened by her grace.

Her innocence ignites a spark anew,
In ankle boots, she steps with vibrant grace,
She turns, a world awakens in her view,
Unspoken songs and secrets interlace.

IV

Love’s tender grip, through August’s fervent fire,
In sonnet’s verse, her laughter finds its place,
Friends fade, as love fulfills its bold desire,
One evening’s words, love’s gentle, sweet embrace.

Once more to cafes’ charm, I make my way,
For ale or lemonade, my choice is clear,
At seventeen, wisdom’s dawn is still at bay,
As lime trees grace the promenade so dear.

:: 08.09.2023 ::