Reflections of youth, sun high in the sky,
Recall now memories of times gone by;
‘Twas then I first saw the glint from your hair
And thanked all the Gods for being just there.
A stream running through yon meadow of green,
Your sweet form a’gilding that magical scene;
With skin flawless and pure as the lily of grace
And corn coloured curls like a filigree lace.
Amid clusters of Primrose embracing their kind,
Your beauty unleashed recesses of mind,
With never a trace of such poise to compare;
Like velvet of violet so gentle and fair.
Roving Cupid had scored with his arrows at me,
When I watched you wander that meadow lea.
And I looked in the pools of your lovely blue eyes,
Blended from nature’s delicate dyes.
Sure, I felt as though I were walking on air,
My heart in a flutter at a vision so rare;
You spoke and on hearing the lilt of your voice,
I was silenced in awe ‘neath a wave of rejoice.
As your delectable smile became a hesitant kiss,
My consciousness reeled in the nectar of bliss;
That moment for ever to savour and thrill,
I loved you then and I love you still.
Monty Alexander 16.12.04