Emmaalouise Smith:
When we were young lovers, My life was a fairy-tale
Emmaalouise Smith:
My eyes were dazed with colour, And each small sound, Filled my ears with musical beauty.
Emmaalouise Smith:
And with each miniscule detail, Held the filigree brush-strokes Of the finest painting...
Emmaalouise Smith:
Because we were young lovers.