Jeanne’s Love Poem

I wish I could remember that 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 did it 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 seem’d 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

Romantic comedies seem occupied with capturing that electric first meeting, the ‘meet cute’. Hell, How I Met Your Mother has spent nine television series building up to it. However, as much as I overindulge on Nora Ephron scripted movies, I’ve always been more of a fan of more ordinary love stories because sometimes the only answer to the dreaded “How did you two meet?” is a shrug and a smile.

Jeanne Sutton @jeannedesutun

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