Those old days were as cold as stones,

When I was on my solitude;

The chill like needles pricked my bones

I was frozen from where I stood;

Until the temperature did chime;

I felt the warmth for the first time.

I ne'er believed love at first sight,

For I never knew love at all;

I just found I --- a burning kite,

That I hadn't dreamed it would fall;

And then the words of love did rhyme;

I wrote an ode for the first time.

I heard romantic rhapsodies,

Soothing ballads and serenades, 

But for me they were ironies

To what my heart felt in cascades;

Until they were acted in mime;

I learned their sense for the first time.

I drowned the past in the water,

And embraced the waking morning;

I felt love had gotten hotter,

Though 'twas sunk in a polar spring;

At that moment, I threw a dime;

I wished 'bout you for the first time.