I never was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
His face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away.
And when he looked what could I ali
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face.
And took my eye sight 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 cords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winters choice?
Is love always snow?
He seems to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw such sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart was left it's dwelling place
And can return no more....................