Smiling at the Rim of the Portal of Youth

(Enjoying)

Ah pretty girl,

metamorphosed and perfect in bloom -

I too have crossed

through the times and space of your unblemished form.

(Questioning)

How many

have passed through that portal of youth before you?

(And, how many times too,

have I, met you, in that ripe perfection of form?)

(Smiling)

I would far sooner

choose take etched wisdom and health; but ah,

How many times

have I met you, in that ephemeral passing of form.