Sweet Memory

Walking down the street on one sunny day

My wandering eyes catch a glimpse of

A blackish old Porsche

My heart pauses as my steps at a standstill

Unforgotten warm and delightful feelings emerge

My right hand moves to touch my heart,

With the soft and faint sign of contentment

No face, no name yet powerful feelings

Even after thirty-seven long and eventful years

My first adult romance was like a novel

Meeting the 20th-century knight in a Porsche

A knight in shining armor

I wonder where he is now

I wonder if he still rides a Porche

I wonder if he remembers me.

No face, no name, only the feelings remain

My knight in shining armor