When our eyes met,
               The sounds of our past,
                                   An echo heard staccato,
Silently danced in our ear.
Then a flourish of life's song
                           Within our hearts,
                                          A song to remember,
Accompanyied the abundance
Of joy's Spring,
Flowering.  
       A day to be remembered,
                             A night as if etched in flesh.
We again met life's mark,
When time is stilled,
                  Happiness.