I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of
I was jumping up at the pepper trees and the white poplars
    pulling the leaves off and throwing them at him
I badly wanted to put some heart up into me

he was like a perfect devil for a few minutes
he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th
he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock

at last he made me cry
    of course a woman is so sensitive about everything

I knew his tattarrattat at the door

I was whistling there is a charming girl I love
I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us

in his flannel trousers
I liked him for that