Wind rustles her hair,
Blowing it across her face,
So gentle it makes her seem,
So gentle that he feels, beside her is his place.
So gentle is her smile,
So kind she is to him, to all,
HE feel she deserves a medal, a diamond, or in her honor, a ball.
He fell in love at sight near \\\'mile.
He took her hand,
Stroked it with his,
He would give anything, anything!
To touch her lips with his.
His wish would not soon be granted,
For, tragedy struck and,
His lady was taken from him,
Never did he recover from his gate,
Nor did he ever have another date.
