My Lesson in Love

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I closed my books and softly sighed,

Where once I walked with pomp and pride.

A clever mind, both bright and bold,

I knew what ancient stories told-

Yet there I stood, with eyes grown wide,


When she came stepping by my side!

I twirled my moustache, fixed my hair,

And tripped on stones that were not there!

I cleared my throat to speak my piece,

Hoping my sudden fright would cease;

Yet all my lore and learned art

Could teach me nothing of the heart.


My companions laughed and started teasing:

“Look at him sighing in the breeze!

Is this the scholar, top of class,

Now turned to jelly by a lass?

A walking love letter, indeed,

Whose own romance he cannot read!”

And yet her glance was swift and true-

She saw right through my foolish view.


Her eyes replied, “Forget the art,

And throw away your practiced part.

Be gentle, honest, bright, and wise-

The heart needs no clever disguise.”


So now I join the festive sound,

As drumbeats shake the village ground!

With flute and dance, both young and old,

My bashful heart at last grows bold.

For love made quite a fool of me-

The sweetest fool I'll ever be!

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