I don’t know who she was,
but she looked like a composite
of dark haired women I’ve been
with in my life.

I only knew her for a minute,
but oh what a minute it was.

In that beautiful minute,
she kissed me four times.

And her kisses were the
sweetest kisses I ever had,
and I knew she loved me
as much as I loved her.

All in a mere minute in
a wonderful dream.

If only it could have
been more than a dream,

If only those kisses
could have lasted longer
than a minute.

Bob Boyd