First Love

lucky age at least now it leaves a space to remember first love for romantic verses this age young girls and boys senses triumph over love the old days it took months for that first letter to be written today, the bedroom for courting is just days away from that first meet the more adventurous ones took liberty on first meet exploring each other the way a blind man makes out his way on the street lucky age i was born in the pauses, the rapt intermission in a piece of music the door to someone's heart always gentle as the flower blooms 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 stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as 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 my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight 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 chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice? Is love's bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more