Tuesday, 14 August 2012

The First Day We Met


              I wish I could remember the first day,
         First hour,first moment of your meeting me,
              If bright or dim the season,it might be
          Summer or winter for aught that i can say;
               So unrecorded did it slip away,
             So dull to mark the budding of my tree
        That would not blossom yet for many a May,
                   If only i could recollect it, such
               A day of days!i let it come and go
          As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
        It seemed to mean so little,meant so much;
          If only now i could recall that touch,
    First touch of hand in hand.Did one but know!

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