Author Anna Wickham When I saw you, you went to my head,You were like wine to my brain,I walked in London through the rain,To see a man who had been ten years dead.For pleasure I forgot the years,Old time, old death, old tears. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments