You will have memories Because of what we did back then When we were new at this, Yes, we did many things, then – all Beautiful… I loved you once, years ago, Atthis, When your flower was in place. You seemed a gawky girl then, artless, Without grace. Atthis, you looked at what I was And hated what you saw And now, all in a flutter, chase After Andromeda.
Gay in the queer sense not in the lesbianic
