I remember the day I saw you,
It was the day I felt new.
You didn’t have to remember me,
I was just another passing bee.
I saw you distantly,
but all my thoughts could get to you, very flippantly.
The day I said what I saw in you first,
I would blabber what I unrehearsed.
I wasn’t aware of what I had become,
my illusions were an untidy sum.
I chose to remain shut,
for everything else seemed an extended shortcut.
I wanted you not to notice,
your mere cognition would suffice.
I remember. I remember. The day, I first saw you!