First Love

I never was struck before that hours
with love  sudden and so sweet
her face it bloomed like a sweet flowers
and stole my heart away complete..

my face turned pale a deadly pale..
my legs refused to walk away,
and when she look what could iail
my life and all seem turned to clay

And then my blood rushed to my own face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

i can not see a single things,
Words from my eyes do start.
They speak as chords do from the string,
And blood burn round my heart.

Are flowers the winter choice
Is love bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
No love appeals to know.

I never saw  sweet a face
As that i stood before.
My heart has left it dwelling place
And can returned no more.