First Love（2/2）

I uld not see a sgle thg,

Words fro y eyes did start;

They spoke as chords do fro the strg

And blood burnt round y heart.

Art flowers the ters choice?

Is loves bed always snow?

She seed to hear y silent voice

Not loves appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before:

My heart has left its dwellg-pce

Andreturn no ore.