励志英语文章：Hanover Square

励志英语文章：Hanover Square

　　can it really be sixty-two years ago that i first saw you?

　　it is truly a lifetime, i know. but as i gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that i first saw you, in that small café in hanover square.

　　from the moment i saw you smile, as you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. i knew. i knew that i wanted to share the rest of my life with you.

　　i still think of how foolish i must have looked, as i gazed at you, that first time. i remember watching you intently, as you took off your hat and loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. i felt myself becoming immersed in your every detail, as you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the steam away with your pouted lips.

　　from that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. the people in the café and the busy street outside all disappeared into a hazy blur. all i could see was you.

　　all through my life i have relived that very first day. many, many times i have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for a few fleeting moments i am there, feeling again what is like to know true love for the very first time. it pleases me that i can still have those feelings now after all those years, and i know i will always have them to comfort me.

　　not even as i shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did i forget your face. i would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. i would clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day we met. i would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me. but, as i thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, everything around me would be become silent, and i would be with you again for a few precious moments, far from the death and destruction. it would not be until i opened my eyes once again, that i would see and hear the carnage of the war around me.

　　i cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when i returned to you on leave in the september, feeling battered, bruised and fragile. we held each other so tight i thought we would burst. i asked you to marry me the very same day and i whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride.

　　i'm looking at our wedding photo now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewellery box. i think of how young and innocent we were back then. i remember being on the church steps grinning like a cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome i looked in my uniform. the photo is old and faded now, but when i look at it, i only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. i can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. if i concentrate hard enough, i can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see.

　　i remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family.