The kiss without the passion ...thats how it felt to me
the lightest touch the smallest peck
a feathers breath indeed
The fire without the rage ...passion was the key
a kiss without the passion a real... fate comply

A touch that had no loving ...no hold or guarantee
no eyes to see just blackness
No life for you and me
Her look that looked right past me..blinded out to sea
the touch that missed the feeling ...life in misery