She kissed boys when she loved them

Which tended to be often;

Be the cause a fleeting smile,

Or a clever thought,

Or just how nice their expressions were when their faces happened to be close.

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She never sought a one true love

For fear his kiss would sap her love

And dry her heart away.

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She once climbed to the roof of a church

And asked God if he had seen a kiss of lasting love,

But he never answered.

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She screamed and kicked the wall.

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A boy who often kissed girls heard a scream as he passed the church.

He climbed to the roof

Where she was now singing to the gray sky.

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She looked at him.

He looked at her.

He sat beside her

And sang along.

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It began to rain

So he took her into the church,

Where they fell asleep in the pews

To the sound of the rain hitting stained glass windows.

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When the girl woke up the boy was staring at her;

Face as close and lovely as anything.

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He touched her face,

Cool and soft.

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She stood up and walked home in the chill rain

And never saw him again.