Ere I first laid eyes on you
your face was firmly etched
upon the wispy pages of my memory.

Before your voice first met my ears
bantering and playful,
it echoed in the ringing of my laughter.

Ere your lips first brushed on mine
their touch lingered in the air 
like the soft scent of roses on the breeze.

Until the time we found each other 
our souls both gently drifted 
awaiting the reunion of our hearts.



june 2002