Do you remember the time we first met?
Was it love at first sight under fig trees and vines,
Did it roll like sweet honey off the tips of your lips?
Angels all sung to the harps of your cries
but I find my solace in all of your sounds.
You stood beneath God, all dressed in His gold,
Miles from me but descending for love.
Is that memory blurry, or all but erased?
Can you give me a time, can you pen me a date
To remind me of very first time I laid eyes
On a beauty like you and the jewel in your mind.
Do my words do it justice, does the sun it outshine?
For you, my love, are far more extra-ordinary
than memory may allow