When First

When first I looked at you, you were a vision
Of sweetness and ability as well;
When first we met, I came to a decision
Which my dark doubts discouraged me to tell.
When first we really talked, I felt the spark
And groped for words to make you feel it too;
When first I walked you homeward through the dark,
My heart expanded, but my doubts still grew.
When first I wrote for you, I could not say
What I was doing, or admit a why;
When first you read, you did not know the way
To read it rightly, and I thought I'd die.
But now we look, meet, read and write as one
I can't regret the way these were begun.