Emblazoned within the wet works of my brain,

A time remembered as happiness so true—

There rests a memory, mellifluous too,

As the bees buzz with the sun’s rays and warm rain.

Summer drizzle to cause her hair to frizzle!

Oh no! but a sight to cause my face crinkle—

Oh no! bright blushing face, now the droplets sizzle!

For ‘twas such a sight as to cause me to tinkle….

Pray God she is distracted by her wavy hair,

That her eyes are diverted to the blue sky,

For such beauty to notice, I could not bare—

Must hide my face—but where? I can only try…

But her hair did not matter, nor did the weather:

She noticed… but we laughed, happy, together.