Inexperience

I listen to sad words
of a very young man
that has yet to know life,
of pains that come with love

I hear naive innocence,
his trembling voice
puts me in a state of trance

I am charmed and enchanted by youth

By his side,
an old woman,
a sage,
is not at all confused

She, who speaks words of comfort,
tells me –

Inexperience is telling the truth