Three Kisses - Poem by Orlando Belo
Last night as I stood beneath the stars
I was gently kissed by a breeze.
From a distant land it carried a love,
that one seldom feels, or sees.
A week ago I asked the breeze to carry
three kisses across the sea.
The first kiss was to my love’s psyche,
so she would look towards me.
The second kiss was to touch her lips,
and to slightly catch her breath,
so she would then think of me and know,
our separation felt worse than death.
The third kiss would give her consolation,
and remind her that we’ll be together soon,
and that our love is as great as the sky itself,
with its new mornings and sunny afternoons.
I somehow knew she would return the breeze
and to it attach a kiss.
It brought me the reassurance of her love,
which dispelled my unhappiness.
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