I’ve met a girl
Louise her name.
Within I feel new strength unfurl
And I’m no more the same.
Strange to myself, now am I
Renewed in mind and heart,
My load lighter than before, and why? –
Her magic weaves its art.
Of friendship’s gift
Sure, true and swift
As ever friend could be.
By her, unaware, is it arranged
That life comes anew into a soul,
And so is lonesomeness estranged;
A life reacquainted with it’s goal.