Oh if I could just remember
when first our eyes did meet.
There must have been music playing,
playing songs so sweet.
And in the playing
came the swaying
and my body trembled slight.
It comes back to me now
in small little ways
when a glimpse of it’s in my sight.
But close my eyes and I forget
and I become restless again.
But I know full well it will return.
For nothing that sweet can end.
The music, the trembling I remember now.
It’s locked up in my mind.
And as I go from one day to the next
it astounds me that I find
if I think of it soundly I will bet
I can remember when our eyes first met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to invite you to readmy poem First, written just days ago, in the same vein as what you've experienced....funny how we all recall those magnetic moments, that first pulled at our very heart's. No matter the era, the instant feels the same.....PEACE