Sunday, March 19, 2006
I never was struck before that hour,
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Your face bloomed,
And stole my heart away;
Completely-
My face turned pale, a
deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when you looked at me,
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face,
Took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
Everything seemed different-
When I'm in love with you.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before,
My heart has left its dwelling place
And it can
return no more.