March 21, 2009.

I remember it.

I remember the date,

Because it was my first date,

And a date is a damsel's delight.

Excitement overwhelming,

Stress overbearing,

And a twinkle in his eye

that said,

Let's go out tonight

Was all that I needed to decide.

Deep blue skies abounded,

The sparks that surrounded

our chemistry,

But the chemicals were only mine.

A charming cup of tea,

The taste of sweet opportunity,

But to him

a bland scone,

or perhaps

a burnt piece of toast,

would really be just fine.

Really,

he said,

This will be just fine.