It felt so good to be next to you again,
having your hands cup my face.
Feeling your breath flow through my hair,
as we danced at a slow romantic pace.

We took a walk around the old pond,
and lay on the grass so warm and soft.
Waded barefoot in the water's edge,
climbed high to the barn's familiar loft.

You rolled out the blanket on top of the hay,
and then reached and took my hand.
The view is amazing here above the trees,
for the Autumn hues had now painted the land.

You propped yourself up on one elbow,
and leaned in for longing kiss.
Our lips touched and I found myself,
falling deep into a utopian abyss.

Grandma...Grandma...wake up Grandma,
you fell asleep out here on the swing.
You must have been having a really nice dream,
cause you were humming the song Grandpa used to sing.