Thirty years ago,

she told a friend we both know:
“OH, MY HECK!”

(or words to that effect),

after I’d kissed her.

(I couldn’t resist her).

Three decades now lay behind;

I talk to her, and find

those words were in my mind.

But, she says, I shouldn’t care.

The words were wrong;

the sentiment was there.

Then she speaks of “fierce intellect”,

just matter-of-fact, not flirty.

Now I think: “Oh, my heck!”

And I’m good for another thirty.