Not Yet Gently Kissed You.
Not Yet Put My Tiny Fingers Through Yours.
Not Yet Held Your Hand.
Not Even Hugged And Caressed You.
Not Smiled When I’ve Looked At You.
Not Had Butterflies Thinking About You.
Not Got Excited When You’ve Called.
Or Constantly Happy As I Lock Then Re-Read
The Text’s You’ve Just Sent
As We Chat About Our Next Meet And Date.
Promise To Be On Time, Not Late.
Not Gently Stroked Your Soft Warm Face With My Tiny Cold Finger Tips.
Not Put My Fingers Upon Your Tender Lips.
Not Heard Words From Your Mouth Entering My Tiny Ears.
Am I To Old For All This Tactile Romance.
Is It For Me To Late.?
Not Gazed For Hours Into Your Eyes.
Not Placed My Soft Kisses On Your Lips, Chin And Nose.
Whilst Feeling Like A School Kid Again.
Full Of Mixed, Confused Emotions
But Constantly Happy And So Excited Inside.
You I Have Not Yet Met One Day Hope I Do
I Have So Much To Offer The Right Man Out There
Who Knows Where He Is Unless That Man Is You?