Ok. Onto my next point. I don't have enough time to do new cards lately, so for today, let's just share a card that I've done before. This is actually a very special card as it remains the first poetic card I ever did (long before I start using Shakespeare's words onto my cards). I love this poem by Christina Rossetti so I thought it would be good for a card (I didn't even learn about layout yet!) so enjoy the card. And the poem.
The cover

The Inside

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know! - Christina Rossetti (1834 -94)
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