First Love
I eat a berry,
sweet as dew,
but in my opinion,
it tastes like you.
I see a wolf,
battered and bloody,
but I truly see you,
my war-tortured honey.
Cursing Holy Rome,
I shudder at the thought,
I know you would say,
"Oh mein Gott."
This may sound stupid,
like I do nowadays,
but you were my first love,
forever and always.