The Fourteenth of February

I wish that I could remember the first moment that we met

If only I could remember that sweet moment when we met

If I knew then that I

Would spend the rest of my life with you

I imagine I would have held your gaze a little longer

When first our eyes met

Did it rain or did sunshine attend out 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 in 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