I waited for her kiss for 20 plus odd years
So, I practiced on others and even on my mirrors,
I knew the day would come when our lips would finally meet
And then I would give her, my long awaited tasty treat.
Some might call it luck, but I call it destiny for that day
When she and I got together, not one of us had a word to say,
Then that kiss I finally stole from her that very same night
She then laughed and mocked me, with very little fight.
She was that one woman that I needed and wanted to kiss
The lips of other women I never cared for, or really did miss,
I wanted to save her kiss, deep inside of my heart
So, the memories of that one moment would never fade or depart.
But, the kiss didn't create a deep breadth, or even a small sigh
Or even the clutching of her heart or a tear to form in her eye,
She never gave me a wink, or a Thank you, or cheers
I then dropped my head into my hands, for all those wasted years.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I knew the day will come. Thanks for sharing.