Je t'aime

For it is not the memories themselves. Only when they become our blood, our glance, our gesture, nameless and indistinguishable from who we are only then can it happen that in a very rare hour the first word of a poem rises from their midst and goes forth.

The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

Rainer Maria Rilke

You wore a lemon green outfit that day

Or was it pale yellow

Not that it matters

etched in memory

your smile

that day

Je t'aime!

Lara Fabian in Je t'aime!