We lost the words of our talk
One cold and windy day in March.
You hid your eyes. We walked along
To reach the shiny marble arch.
The clouds were white as your cheeks were,
And eyes of yours like those sapphires
That I could not find anywhere…
Then we could hide our true desires.
I blushfully refused to stare:
Your mouth half-open caught my eye…
How lovely was that windy day,
When I was young and you walked by.