Did it
rain or did sunshine attend our first meeting?
What
words were said? What weight given to that first greeting?
My diary
doesn't help
I don't
even mention your name until that summer
When
bloomed the
Seed
sown on the first day that we met
I know
the date, I know the place where it happened
Yet
in my mind, the scene I recall is imagined
As we
grow old I'm sure
There
will be moments that we will not forget
But
I would
Remember
something of the moment that we met
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