Love Poem: First Love I ne’er was struck before that hour My face turned pale, a deadly pale. And then my blood rushed to my face I could not see a single thing, Are flowers the winter’s choice I never saw so sweet a face |
Love Poem: First Love I ne’er was struck before that hour My face turned pale, a deadly pale. And then my blood rushed to my face I could not see a single thing, Are flowers the winter’s choice I never saw so sweet a face |