I DID not even know her name, Nor where she lived, nor whence she came -- 'Twas sad, and yet Was I so very much to blame, That all my heart should start to flame, And flare and fret? She was so sweet, so passing fair, With such a smile, with such an air -- What could I do? A glance as shy, as debonair, An eye as bright, a smile as rare, I never knew! And so I smiled across the aisle, And met the winsome, merry smile She sent so bold; At last she laughed, then after while She cooed aloud in friendly style, "@3I'm@1 free years old!" |