The winter afternoon’s o’er
Time is running thin.
And then you kiss me,
Like a kiss is meant to be.

You touch my lips,
Run your fingertips
O’er my worry lines.

You take away my stress
I rarely say – but you do

You make me wish I could
Have more of you.

Now you look at me
Hungry and kind

In parting, there is love
A lot of it unsaid
But meant true.