Do recall the day we met,

The spring didn't know how bright it would be to me,

I recall I saw as I rounded the bend,

You, sitting on the little bench,

The wood was worn, and brittle broke,

You smiled and stood, to humor me,

To hug the empty soul you saw,

I do recall the day we met,

Your smell, your hair, your airy laugh,

I tried my best to move like you,

To imitate the beauty beholden to you,

But my ungraceful hands,

My coarse, curly, weeded hair,

Will never do to feel like yours,

If I do recall the day we met,