He never said he loved me, but always kissed my hand

His smile forever on his lips, like he was in never-never land.

His long black lashes around his eyes

Pierced my heart to realise

He never said he loved me, but always kissed my hand.

 

Sometimes we strolled along the paths

Stopping now and then to have a chat.

I wore a blue dress with a long pink sash,

Sitting together on the still damp grass.

A thrush was singing high up in a tree,

When he glanced into my eyes, just smiling at me.

He never said he loved me, but always kissed my hand.

 

Many many hours we spent together

Wishing it would go on forever.

His laugh and smile I hold so dear

Like his slender hands around my waist.

Flowers upon flowers he would often give me.

The two of us embraced entwined.

He never said he loved me, but always kissed my hand.

By Doreen Shirley Johnson.