Her eyes shimmered like the morning sun,

Brighter than my past, dark like rum;

Her voice not high nor low,

Called me to see the World from Below;

The magic of this bird like call,

Should I run? But what if I fall!

And fall I did indeed,

Into her love,

The love that burnt my heart as whole

and shook me down to my bones.

Now we’ve moved and the pain has sunk

All that's left is the morning sun.