My Youth Is Old

My Youth Is Old

First, you're my unknown
My needle and my aim
My silver pin
Imperfect partner
My sacred terror
My undone thing

But please,
Let my whisper
Have an end
Because my youth is old
All my youth is old
(Old to begin)

After, you're my known
My clove and my mirror
My golden dew
Discreet witness

(Of my charms and crimes)
(Of the things we are)