There was a soulful melody;
springs to my heart dwells inside me.
It was soon stopped short by sunshine;
but still roams the walls of my mind.

The song that has always been there;
I realised it just yesterday.
The moment I started to care-
about your image night and day.

I am entrapped in your picture,
keep wanting to touch it once more.
Of these feelings still I'm not sure;
within my heart, and its frail core.

This is a feeling so absurd-
For I've not thought of you before!
When I was grim and deeply hurt-
It was just him that I adored!

I keep pretending to know not;
about this churn in my heart's lot.
Yet as I write by my teapot-
it's you that steals my hasty plot.

You are my rain and its faint glow;
you are my sun and fierce rainbow.
I denied it but now it's true;
that I want no-one else but you.

You caught my heart you trapped my love
Just like the grounded morning dove
Not knowing where to go but lie-
in its own cage doth it feel shy.

As when the birch tree gleams again
My true love shall always remain;
in t'is spring with leaves crystal clear
I shalt sing but to you, my dear.