Blossom scented breeze
Sifting through whispering trees
Brings memory of summers past
When we were young
And love was new.

Come, let's surpass those long gone days. Take my hand. Let me touch you. Kiss me. Let's listen for the wind in the trees, and find love and passion anew. For a time, apart from the world, let's hold each other close. When we kiss goodbye, each of us will take away a memory better than a dream.

You bring the wine, I will chill the glasses.

and other SC cities by request that week.