The Kiss
How could I have known
this every-morning kiss goodbye
would be our last...
How could I have known
this every-morning kiss goodbye
would be our last...
An ordinary moment
much too soon became our past...
much too soon became our past...
I don’t know what to do...
These unfamiliar duties
so grievous and so new...
so grievous and so new...
Then I feel the whisper
of your spirit brush my brow
and angel kiss that comforts me
for now...
11/29/2001
of your spirit brush my brow
and angel kiss that comforts me
for now...
11/29/2001
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