A grey and blinding fog had settled round
A blanket smoth'ring sight and sense alike.
And my attempts to reason were unsound
I could but stumble blindly in the night.
My staring yielded naught but mist and grey
But something slipped around me from behind.
And as I turned, some sunshine lit the day
Dispelling that which yet had made me blind.
You stood in dusty golden motes of sun
A goddess just descended from above.
And only had my sorrows yet begun
For you did not, and shan't, return my love.
If nevermore do mists curl round mine eyes
Love's claws shall never take me by surprise.
Thanks for reading.
