As I strolled along in sunset bower,
My vision picked a wandering flower;
With the grace of a bird in flight,
Her eyes were sparkling with delight.
Gilded ‘gainst the setting sun,
Slowly she began to turn;
Thus, her gaze found me just there,
Lost for speech I could but stare.
Then my beating heart began to dance,
Quickened by love’s lightening lance;
I felt not there upon the ground,
My thoughts a’reeling all around.
Amusement written o’er that face,
Watched me close within that place;
With curious look she said “Hello”,
Her perfect form seemed all aglow.
My heart there tied to her alone,
I sensed it then as set in stone;
There we stayed till the hour was late,
Our years ahead defined by fate.
Monty Alexander 23.8.12