I received from her a tender kiss,
That she gently placed upon my lips,
She gave it to me as though to verify,
That she wasn't there to say, “hello”, but to say, “goodbye”,
Then when the taste of her lips had disappeared,
I then felt the taste of her salty tear,
From my life she had quickly withdrawn,
As when I looked about me, she was gone,
Her gift it wasn't placed upon my cheek,
To give me encouragement when I am weak,
It all came from that one tender kiss,
That once before had given me bliss,
Now her and I we are no more,
She had come and left from the very same door,
That time I will remember and I will never forget,
When I received from her, a tender kiss.
Randy L. McClave
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