First Love
I NE'ER WAS STRUCK BEFORE THAT HOUR
WITH LOVE SO SUDDEN AND SO SWEET,
HER FACE IT BLOOMED LIKE A SWEET FLOWER
AND STALE MY HEART AWAY COMPLETE.
MY FACE TURNED PALE, A DEADLY PALE.
MY LEGS REFUSED TO WALK AWAY.
AND WHEN SHE LOOKED WHAT COULD I AIL
MY LIFE AND ALL SEEMED TURNED TO CLAY.
AND THEN BLOOD RUSHED TO MY FACE
AND TOOK MY EYESIGHT QUITE AWAY,
THE TREES AND BUSHES ROUND THE PLACE
SEEMED MIDNIHGT AT NOONDAY.
I COULD NOT SEE A SINGLE THING,
WARDS FROM MY EYES DID START
THEY SPOKE AS CHORDS DO FROM THE STRINGS,
AND BLOOD BUNT ROUND MY HEART.
ARE FLOWERS THE WINTERS CHOICE
IS LOVES BED ALWAYS SNOW
SHE SEEMED TO HEAR MY SILENT VOICE
NOT LOVE APPEALS TO KNOW.
I NEVER SAW SO SWEET A FACE
AS I STOOD BEFORE
MY HEART HAS LEFT ITS DWELLING PLACE
AND CAN RETURN NO MORE.
BY JORGE CRUZ
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