Confused

Oh how those mists remind me
Of that long, bright Summer's day
I remember your face so clearly
From that glorious time in May

That floating dress you wore
in so many shades of green
I swear to you now, my love
Such blue I'd never before seen

Oh, and my dear, your eyes
How their hazel depths flashed
As I looked into them, emotions,
Through their limpid grey dashed

Now, wasn't there a mix up
I remember I arrived somewhat late
We were meant to meet at nine
Though I'd written it down as eight

Ahh I can see from your smiles
That the memories have amused
Oh? That wasn't you? I'm sorry?
Oh dear! Now I am confused!


Terry Rhiannyr
July, 2012