I remember,
it was breezy and warm, in the first day of summer,
the wind carried the sweetness of meadow flowers,
and the freshness of green grasses.
That time I saw you,
smiled, staring at the clouds.
Quiet. Wise. Bothered not by the outside world.
In the moment you caught my eyes,
I remember,
tons of silence,
but your eyes spoke tenderly,
the words hided under your wings.
Smiling,
you asked me to follow,
barefeet, stepped on the dewy grasses,
greeted the sun and the trees,
listened to the river and the wind.
You said, "I want to live like them;
free, but in harmony,
careless, but in compassion",
and I was amazed. I could not say a word.
It is breezy and warm, in the first day of summer,
I’m standing in the middle of meadow-flowers.
I remember,
and I smile.
It was my first love.
March 3rd 2007
for introduction to literature class
