(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

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I kiss her with a love
holding her love like water's laughter