Emblazoned within the wet works of my brain,
A time remembered as happiness so true—
There rests a memory, mellifluous too,
As the bees buzz with the sun’s rays and warm rain.
Summer drizzle to cause her hair to frizzle!
Oh no! but a sight to cause my face crinkle—
Oh no! bright blushing face, now the droplets sizzle!
For ‘twas such a sight as to cause me to tinkle….
Pray God she is distracted by her wavy hair,
That her eyes are diverted to the blue sky,
For such beauty to notice, I could not bare—
Must hide my face—but where? I can only try…
But her hair did not matter, nor did the weather:
She noticed… but we laughed, happy, together.