Thomas F. Muller. [bio requested]



STOLEN KISS

I saw her in the meadows bright.
Among the daisies yellow light.
I walked toward her with some hope,
To steal a kiss, such was my scope.

My heart did beat as I drew near,
Seized by some fastidious fear.
My hope to kiss her was no lie.
How clumsy of me to kiss her eye.


Copyright 2003 by Thomas F. Muller