You came and took me out of the dance
I followed, fool that I still am
I followed, like one in a trance
I followed, weak and unresisting as a lamb
down the stairs and into the room
I followed nought amiss
we had left it all behind, the party, the bride and the groom
that was how I got my first kiss!
my gaze glimmered over, my heart stopped at the beat
my hands trembled, and I could hardly talk
I trembled, trying not to die which was a herculean feat.
I walked slowly lurched slowly to a walk
up the stairs, and away I went
Leaving her behind, I went up the stairs
Overwhelmed and overcome, seeming unable to vent
Clumsy as an ox, walking into doors, tables and chairs
at last! my folks up ahead!
I ran up to cry out my tale
my tongue was to lose, nobody understood what I said
and trembling, looking anything but healthy and hale
what miracle love is, though it fried my nerves
and utterly demolished any sense of thought
and cupid and his arrows, from heaven observed
satisfied with the destruction and discord wrought
upon my battered senses and soul
a horrid weight, heavy but light
and yet it takes it’s toll
and that toll, from memory to pen, I write
alas, this tale, ends not well for either one
it was a mistake, worth remembering, aye, writing about
although it was regretted it had still been done
For I still remember her fondly, to that I have no doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem