Just last night a harvest moon
Triggered my memories.
I found myself on a fast track back
To the sweetest of reveries.
Do I dare remember?
Should I reminisce?
Is it proper I still feel the thrill
Of my first kiss?
'Twas a golden harvest moon
As we stood close together
A chilly autumn night
And his jacket smelled of leather.
Tiny feet of tingling
Scampered 'round my heart
A feeling I had never felt
Shot through me like a dart.
If I can still remember
Exactly how that felt
And how the smell of leather
Brings my temperature to "melt"
Then I'm not truly old yet
And likely never will be
For in my heart those feelings
Are still alive for me!
