It happened in a cold November Saturday afternoon,
under remarkable blue a sky,
like many others the autumn had unfolded that year.
You were dressed by a dark coat and a golden smile,
saying some words I had never listened to: I love you.
Surprised, seduced, unvoiced,
you heard my silence as consent,
and now we know that those words have christened
and blessed forever sheer and blissful coming days.