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 leg's refused to walk away,
and when he looked what could ail
my life all seemed to turn to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
and took my eyesight quite away
The tree's and the bushes round the place
midnight noon and day.

I could not yet to see a single thing
Words from my eyes did start
They spoke as chord's do from the string
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flower's winter's choice,
is love's bed always snow
not love appeal's to know

I never saw so sweet a face as that I stood before
My heart has left it's dwelling place,
and can return no more.

Written by
JENNIFER ANN COTE

This poem is the original work of Jennifer and cannot be
 used with-out her permission.