Connie Dover
The Wishing Well
When first I saw you,
I saw beauty,
And I blinded my eyes
For fear that I should weep.
When first I heard you,
I heard sweetness,
And I turned away,
For fear of my weakness.
I blinded my eyes,
My face I turned away,
I hardened my heart.
For fear of my ruin.
From Letras Mania