She held me ‘ere I knew to hold,

One innocent, one almost bold:

Eternal moment even then!

She kissed me once and not again.

Though far away in time and place,

One thought reveals her golden face

Shining through the worldly din;

(She kissed me once and not again).

She died today; so shall we all.

I do not see, but feel her pall.

Both boy and man remember when

She kissed me once and not again.

Paul W. Doster

LaGrange