​As I passed by the vineyard lane,

The winter wind kissed my skin.

The pungent smell was all I sensed,

When my cycle stopped mid track.

With a rolled up sleeve and a cow boy hat,

I saw him there with both feet bare.

The gentle wind that pressed my skirt,

Also pushed me to his dreamy gaze.

His lips just twirled and my heart just leapt.

All at once, the sky turned grey!

The sprinkle from the cloudy sky,

Turned an excuse for our date.

We quickly ran to the nearby shed,

And laughed our hearts like high school kids.

He offered me his gentle hands,

To swing around to the nature’s beat.

My flushing cheek couldn’t hide the blush,

As our hips kept swaying all around.

He’s 52 and I am 46,

But our hearts still feel like sweet 16.

For the ones who love,

The heart remains…