The Honeysuckle...

It was a glorious morning of May when she first saw him. She remembers their chance encounter as if it were yesterday.
She closes her eyes. She can still hear the church bells chime, she breathes in the honeysuckle of the garden where his path slowly wandered towards hers. She was so young then, innocent maiden yearning for passion.
Their eyes met and the world became theirs.
Now, old and resting on the same wooden bench in the sunny grove, her lined face lit with a smile, she goes back in time, to the fond memories of her first love.