Summer Kiss

‘Neath the olive tree

In scalding summer heat

We’d both seek refuge,

And look at the sea.

Your cheeks were roseate;

A fruit ripe for picking.

And did I harvest,

And did I steal

Your roseate blush

And turned it cherry red

With a kiss.

‘Twas a brief kiss,

‘Twas a chance encounter too;

Now, looking back,

I can only wish I’d told you

How much

I loved you.