When We Sailed Through The Narrow Waters... Poem by Slobodan Luchezarny

When we sailed through the narrow waters
Heading to sea off Navy quarters,
I thought of that girl whose sweet kiss
Still was not melting on my lips!
Oh, yes, I’ve seen the East and West,
The worst of worst, the best of best,
Why then I think of that girl’s kiss
That is not melting on my lips?
I never ever come back soon,
No matter under sun or moon,
Forever I’ll remember kiss
That’s melting down on my lips! ..