We met at the dance, it was only by chance
And I was bewitched from the start
She moved with such grace, and that angelic face
Quickly had captured my heart
Twas a night to remember, that temperate September
And I so dreaded the hour it was through
Alone on the veranda, I stammered to tell “Miranda”
That which I failed to do, namely I …. …
Heart pounding I watched her gown, enter her carriage then off to town
As I stood there feeling ever so the fool
Would I ever see her again? And if so, oh God, when?
And I tossed a “lucky” coin into a pool
Had been three weeks I thought I’d die, when from the corner of my eye
I saw her strolling with a friend across the town square
Whilst the sunshine caressed her head, I prayed that I would not drop dead
If I approached and tried to speak to she so fair
Nervously I blocked her path, praying I incurred no wrath
Her friend but giggled and bid a hasty, and most welcome, adieu
It was now I’d make my stand, and so gently took her hand
But my nerve fled once again, and I choked on “I ….”
Two more weeks had now gone past and my dreams were fading fast
When I fated to climb a rocky knoll to think
Upon arriving I gulped fresh air, then looked around and sitting there
Was my love resplendent, in a dress of pale pink
I was so happy I nearly cried, as I sat down by her side
And stared most deeply into her comely eyes of blue
She said, “My darling be not glum, if thy words they will not come
Let me say them, now and forever, I Love You”
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