Love.

It felt like love and We said we were old enough; When we knew it was love, We were kids again.

Is that you?

I still see you On the swing, laughing hard Moving slow When I look out the window; Could it be untrue? I notice the leaves that fall, Trees covered in snow, The older I grow; This wrinkly skin knows Your touch was that of God, Healing my soul, In the hot summer strolls.