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Holy Kiss

By Wil C. Fry, 1991.12.25

(Copyright © 1991 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

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Miles separate us, my heart aches for you
Time passes slowly, Lord, what will I do?
My family is great, they still haven’t changed
But you’re far away, it feels really strange
Just the other day I held you in my arms
Now I can just pray, “God, keep her from harm”
Your picture is nice, It’s my company
Thru my tear-stained eyes, you I clearly see
Your beautiful smile inches from my face
My fingers playing a calendar chase
The day approaches, when your form I’ll hold
Sometime in next year, it has been foretold
Please let me begin to anticipate
How we will end those long, long weeks of wait
Bounding with great joy, exploding from bliss
Maybe a few tears, showing happiness
All this and much more, but now we’re alone
Insufficient funds even just to phone
Now, dear, please enjoy the Holy Season
Love and then worship the Holy Reason
Think of me with love when you open your gifts
Upon our return, meet with Holy Kiss
A Kiss so gentle, A Kiss very kind
A Kiss from beauty to these lips of mine
Grace me, grace me now, think it will be so
And you will help me through my day to go



For C.R., while separated during Christmas Break. Perhaps ironically, by the time we returned from the break, my infatuation for her had faded to almost nothing.




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