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 STALE MY HEART AWAY COMPLETE. MY FACE TURNED PALE, A 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 BLOOD RUSHED TO MY FACE AND TOOK MY EYESIGHT QUITE AWAY, THE TREES AND BUSHES ROUND THE PLACE SEEMED MIDNIHGT AT NOONDAY. I COULD NOT SEE A SINGLE THING, WARDS FROM MY EYES DID START THEY SPOKE AS CHORDS DO FROM THE STRINGS, AND BLOOD BUNT ROUND MY HEART. ARE FLOWERS THE WINTERS CHOICE IS LOVES BED ALWAYS SNOW SHE SEEMED TO HEAR MY SILENT VOICE NOT LOVE APPEALS TO KNOW. I NEVER SAW SO SWEET A FACE AS I STOOD BEFORE MY HEART HAS LEFT ITS DWELLING PLACE AND CAN RETURN NO MORE. BY JORGE CRUZ