Kiss in the Wind
by Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo
Sipping a cup of coffee normally starts my day
But more than that is seeing your face so heavenly,
And this adoration for you grows like an ivy
Refined through time and cultivated substantially.
To be in Paris, City of Love, is such a dream
But to be with you would make me jubilant with vim.
Admiration is never really part of a scheme.
This came naturally to me just like the sun's beam.
Our time is running fast but I have much to spend
With you, longing and loneliness are about to mend.
Unfortunately, what we've had has come to an end.
I can't do anything but send a kiss in the wind.
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