You Still Can Come

You still can come, though it is almost late...
But I beseech, speak nothing, but the truth!
Oh, please, do not be someone, I would hate
Recalling from my memory of youth!
Do not be someone, I would give a name,
Reserved from gentle ears of the kids!
Do not be someone, I would be ashamed
Of ever trying to surprise or please!
Yet, be the one, whom I will not regret
To walk through secret gardens of my soul,
For whom I'll wear only black and red,
To whom I'll never speak with freezing cold.
And, even if the future has to part
My destiny from destiny of yours,
Please, never make me wish to throw a dart
Into your photo nailed to the doors.