'Yes', she uttered. br It was 1966, home turf, br when standing, tipsy br on the muddy banks br of our river, br by name of Schwalm, br when she, with sudden br and so unexpected, br but very welcome, br and hoped for, br dreamed about, br though feared, br initiative, and courage, br and all but shunning br all that which was, br well, after all, br a woman's place br in modern times. br Still needed to br be more conservative br than any man. br By country mile, br and more, of course. br So, now she had, br while we were kissing br with eyes tight shut br in paradise br of overflowing br yet immature br and innocent br demeanour, br slipped one sly hand br where normally br the sun don't shine br and no one visits. br 'JeesusChrist', br that's what I mumbled, br we stood like that br until the time br of Bliss was done. br I do not think br that it will ever br return to us br yet memories, br they surely must br cross over . br I would not want br to enter Heaven br without it, br no, the preciousness br shall be with me br beyond today br beyond all worlds.