Hers was the kiss that lingers
I miss
the kiss of the girl,
so far away, I wait and
I wait for the day
that
she
returns to me.

She never told me how much that it meant
when I held
her
closely
fools only feel, but can't see with their eyes
the magic of
her
sweet
poetry.

Hers is the kiss that I long for and miss and
I wait here
patiently,
she'll never know how it hurt so when she
left
me,
down on the quay
and all
I could see
was
her and
her
sweet
poetry.