Perhaps if there was just one warm tender kiss
my heart would have remembered it
and tell me about it in moonbeams and sunrays

perhaps if there was sigh breathless scented gasp
my ears would have owned it
and sing it back to me in the eves of dewy reverie

perhaps if there was deep discuss in learned ways
my mind would glow in enlightenment
abated in pantheons of thoughts and wise eminences

perhaps if there was a hot embrace laced in truth
my soul would have supped emotions
and in giddiness seek enamoured silk divan to rest

perhaps if sapphire brown eyes had glistened dewily
mine would have shared starlight sparkle
and beckon Cupid to bring diamond encrusted lilies

perhaps even a whispered bouquet  of coquettish sway
would have tickled fancy with lavender's pull
and written stories of gold for Caesar and Cleopatra

There was nothing but the chanting goggle of a flowing brook
splashes of iridescent vapour in hazy mist
quick glimpses that faded as quick in interloping chimes of gusts

It left no calling prints and touched no spirit of deeper grace
it was hello and fare thee well
there may be a thousand splendid tales but this never found
a voice or vista to lament