When first I did see you,
My heart was a drum, beaten,
A fog horn blew out to sea.
When you looked at me,
Stark, true, across blue sky,
Sunshine piercing the clouds.
When you touched me,
Frost thawing at first light,
Misted dews on the heathers.
When you were upon me so,
Could I not but open, bloom,
Softly, wind on the petal.
When your hot eyes got me,
Set smoulder to stoked flame,
Aye, I burned for you.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
When first I did see you,
My heart was a drum, beaten,
A fog horn blew out to sea.
When you looked at me,
Stark, true, across blue sky,
Sunshine piercing the clouds.
When you touched me,
Frost thawing at first light,
Misted dews on the heathers.
When you were upon me so,
Could I not but open, bloom,
Softly, wind on the petal.
When your hot eyes got me,
Set smoulder to stoked flame,
Aye, I burned for you.
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