An evening with mind in fairy lands,
I sat on a river bank watching the sands,
Above my head the moon was yet to be full,
Glow worms piercing the dark, breeze was cool.
Sat there for a while and did a smoke,
She came in mind and what I spoke.
Through the air to her ear
Clearly the moment and the fear,
I had in my heart with jumping beats,
And unexplained passion of strange fits.
Liked her at second, loved her at first sight,
Never judging my qualities whether I was right.
Kept her innocent face in my heart,
With love and care, never allowed any dirt.
She was fair, fairer than the moon,
Shined in her own beauty, but dropped soon.
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Passion of strange fits! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.