It’s completely normal that you don’t know the English poet A.S.J. Tessimond. But after reading this poem, I certainly hope you will never forget him. It’s about that one moment that most of us only know from romcoms. But if you’re really lucky – which I am – you get to experience this feeling in real life.
When I first met you,
I knew that I had come at last home.
Home after wandering,
Home after long-puzzled searching,
Home after long being wind-born,
Wave-tossed, night-caught, long being lost.
And being with you was normal and needful
And natural as sleeping or waking.
And I was myself,
Who had never been wholly myself.
I was walking and talking
And laughing easily at last.
And the air was softer,
And sounds were sharper,
And colours were brighter,
And the sky was higher,
And length was not measured by milestones,
And time was not measured by clocks.
And this end was a beginning,
And these words are the beginning –
Of my thanks.
A.S.J. Tessimond
Alix in Wonderland 