Tender Meetings
The park was quiet, the wind rustled the dry leaves,
She sat waiting near the lake,
Palm to the cheek, head tilted sideways
Eyes far off, dreamy lost, light up when they see me
Petulance lost out to happiness
Her eyes belie her pout
Her remonstrations die at the lips
Which I seal with a kiss
Tender meetings , tender meetings,
Tender kisses on tender lips
Dreams fade, dissolve and die,
She stands at the pulpit
She repeats the vows,
The rings are exchanged,
He bends down to kiss her, her husband
On the tender lips, tender lips
Tender lips which once met mine
Vinod Natesan
July 1987
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