When First Our Eyes Did Meet Poem by Edwina Reizer

Oh if I could just remember
when first our eyes did meet.
There must have been music playing,
playing songs so sweet.
And in the playing
came the swaying
and my body trembled slight.
It comes back to me now
in small little ways
when a glimpse of it’s in my sight.

But close my eyes and I forget
and I become restless again.
But I know full well it will return.
For nothing that sweet can end.
The music, the trembling I remember now.
It’s locked up in my mind.
And as I go from one day to the next
it astounds me that I find
if I think of it soundly I will bet
I can remember when our eyes first met.