Written by: Niels Blomberg

When you appeared in spotless white
I knew your face no more,
but I could see you felt at home
when you walked through my door.
The sun shone bright, yet not a ray
did fall into your eyes;
I could not spot a speck of truth,
nor could I read your lies.

When you appeared in spotless white,
I knew not what to say.
So I said “Hi, it’s been a while”,
and “How are you today?”.
There was no time for When and Where,
there was no time for Why.
We stood and saw what time had done,
were speechless, you and I.

When you appeared in spotless white,
it brightened up the house.
But did you come as just a friend,
or did you seek a spouse?
Your answers I did not await,
they mattered not to me.
I locked you in my attic and
I threw away the key.