When that summer season surged,
first love found me, and we merged.
(magic maiden I had met:
beaming blonde, not bland brunette)
Hourglass hips and fairy feet,
angel eyes and smile so sweet.
She bewitched me, and beguiled
bashful boy, once wayward, wild.
Luscious lips and stunning style,
kissed me gently by that stile.
Fortune fought with fearful fate,
conquered at the kissing gate!
When our youthful years were spent,
leaving hearts both torn and rent:
lives apart with others led
till first love rose from the dead!