First Day

I wish I could remember the first day. First hour,first moment of your meeting. If bright or dim the season. It might be summer or winter for aught I can see. So unrecorded did it slip away. So blind was I to see and too forsee. So dull to mark the budding of my tree. But would not blossom yet for many or may If only I can recollect it. Such days of days.Let it come and go away. As traceless of bygone snow. It seemed so little,but meant so much. If only now I can recall that touch. First in hand in hand? Did one but not too know..........