This poem was inspired by the beautiful spring weather today. It was all so lovely, just like the morning of April 17, 1983, when my first love, Daphne, and I were enjoying the thunder and lightning, the cool moist breeze -- which was fanning her hair and making her reddish cheeks glow even more and making her look prettier and prettier....We were seated under a giant oak tree at our old school, reading our favourite poems and even writing a few of our own....and time flew by...Daphne left me to move on to a much better world in the vast universe of God Almighty. I keep trying to restrain memories from invading my present but then today it became obvious that I cannot succeed in erasing that unforgettable April morning of 1983 -- and the pleasant weather of this April morning made it even more harder for me not to relive that bygone lovely time...I hope my beloved, rare woman understands...
