I wish i could remember the first day,
first hour, first moment of our meeting.
if bright or dim the season might be;
summer or sinter for aught i can say.
if only i could recollect it all.
Such a day od all days.
i'll let it come and go.
as traceless to mean so little, meant so much!
if only now i could recall that touch;
that first touch of hand in hand!
did no one but know...
