From her golden hair, like a waterfall,
to her feet, as swift as faery.
She was full-blown blonde, with a gentle gaze:
highest heaven\'s luminary.
Stood among her friends (such a motley crew;)
she shone like a star or comet:
like a bride’s bouquet ‘neath a silver moon
when there’s romance writ upon it!
I fell for her then, like the one I’d loved
before I had ever met her;
Was one who I’d wrote to years ago
replying in flesh, not letter!
Too shy, when we met, so I dared not show
the love she had lit inside me.
I was yearning to tell her, there and then,
“I love YOU, my darling, only!”
Then we kissed, which was heaven touching earth,
purest Paradise descending.
And that sad, shambolic life that I’d known.
Was for me, already ending.