Resigningly retreats
With stocking feet
While kisses
From her lips bestows
She shuts the door
And quietly goes

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On the wind

I blow a kiss.
Carried on the wind
You may never feel
It grace your cheek
Or warm your lips,
Touch your soul
In dark so bleak:
It will always be,
Floating on the breeze
An eternal offering.
If ever you
Should choose to feel
It will be.