His eyes were the first that drew me near.
They were the color of a chestnut,
Ripened in the autumn of the year.

Ebony was his hair,
Waving on his forehead.
Handsome, I could but stare.

He flashed me a slow and sultry smile
And I knew that I was in trouble.
I fooled myself, staying just a while.

I recall not what was being said.
The sound of his voice was deep, sexy.
It drove all thought from my little head.

We left the public place,
In favor of a copse.
A smile wreathed my face.

I was much too young and innocent.
I knew not what my bonny man was,
Knew not what his declarations meant.