Merry Round Ago

I once loved
a girl inside a man
a merry round ago
in a wind blow from
high above the world
a merry round ago
and that wind blew and held her by the waist
and filled the air with glow

i think she knows

i once loved
a man inside a boy
a merry round ago
like a flower
upon lolita's breast
where many died of love

i think he knows
i think it shows
i wonder

i think he knows
i think it shows
i wonder