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 I can say.
So, unrecorded it did slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
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!
Christina Rossetti 1830 - 1894
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My Reflecting on a Day Spent With You.
How warmly I remember that first day
first hour, first moment of you finding me
Never would I have imagined that our paths should cross
but there you were . . . charming me
Whether it was bright or dim escaped me
for I was so in awe of thee
It was a day in December, a Summer's day for me
but the bitter cold of Winter was still about thee
This day for me would not go unrecorded
nor its memory slip away
For so palpable was your effect on me . . .
Never was I blind to see or feel
the blossoming of my heart
For like the petals of a flower
my love would bloom for thee
And I did foresee that I could truly love thee . . .
You had captivated me
And by the Springtime
when your May trees were all in bud
The beauty of your words
had transported me to thee
I can remember for it was a day like no other
I would never let it go
For its memory stayed within my heart
etched there for eternity . . .
To walk in this place with you
was everything to me
Your handsome face, your smile
our warmest words exchanged
So sweet to have you close to me
To be in your presence
you meant so much to me . . .
I do recall that first touch
how could I forget?
As we walked side by side
our hands softly touched
Such a feeling of sweet, fleeting intimacy
And from that day you held my heart
and I knew it would always be yours . . .
I wished this day would never end
to be with you forever
To wander in your garden faire
and wile away the hours
To touch the leaves and flowers
just you and I, together . . .
But days like these are fleeting
and separation tears at my heart
Such a feeling of sadness and regret
when we two did part . . .
Poem by Dianne D. ♥
Image : Claude Monet - Water Lilies and Clouds
first hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or Winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded it did slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
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!
Christina Rossetti 1830 - 1894
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My Reflecting on a Day Spent With You.
How warmly I remember that first day
first hour, first moment of you finding me
Never would I have imagined that our paths should cross
but there you were . . . charming me
Whether it was bright or dim escaped me
for I was so in awe of thee
It was a day in December, a Summer's day for me
but the bitter cold of Winter was still about thee
This day for me would not go unrecorded
nor its memory slip away
For so palpable was your effect on me . . .
Never was I blind to see or feel
the blossoming of my heart
For like the petals of a flower
my love would bloom for thee
And I did foresee that I could truly love thee . . .
You had captivated me
And by the Springtime
when your May trees were all in bud
The beauty of your words
had transported me to thee
I can remember for it was a day like no other
I would never let it go
For its memory stayed within my heart
etched there for eternity . . .
To walk in this place with you
was everything to me
Your handsome face, your smile
our warmest words exchanged
So sweet to have you close to me
To be in your presence
you meant so much to me . . .
I do recall that first touch
how could I forget?
As we walked side by side
our hands softly touched
Such a feeling of sweet, fleeting intimacy
And from that day you held my heart
and I knew it would always be yours . . .
I wished this day would never end
to be with you forever
To wander in your garden faire
and wile away the hours
To touch the leaves and flowers
just you and I, together . . .
But days like these are fleeting
and separation tears at my heart
Such a feeling of sadness and regret
when we two did part . . .
Poem by Dianne D. ♥
Image : Claude Monet - Water Lilies and Clouds