I THINK I KNEW

Far away in the desolate fields,

Where, not hatred, but love yields,

The shadow of my pain vanishes,

For my gloom, my conscience punishes.

I did not know when I fell in love,

Her each little word was like snow,

White, beautiful and shining,

And melted, the moment my mind was waning.

Each little red cheek was flushed,

With pleasure and she frequently blushed,

Whenever I managed to catch her eye,

She bit her lip and looked down, being shy.

I grinned, not knowing that I too was red,

Just for her one look, my self-consciousness was shed,

I wanted to grab her attention,

Her absence precipitated my tension.

Each day I woke up with a hope,

To see her face, before I did elope,

With my books, o a world of concentration,

Where there’d be none but my anticipation.