A song plays
A series of  old memories surface
A time of innocence lost
Dark hair, brown eyes
Guitar in his arms
Playing as though Just for me
That first kiss, first taste Of what heaven could bE
The first time
Sweet, slow, all encompassing
The "I love you's" slipping easily off the tongue
I can still feel his warm arms, smell his sweet breath
A time of innocence lost to a man with a guitar and a song    
I drift off to peaceful slumber with his feel still all around me while our song stays on *repeat