I remember falling in love
‘Neath dazzling blue skies above
With a girl who liked my tennis strokes
Who rode a new bike with shiny spokes
And showed me the road to heavenly bliss –
The magic, my friend, was in her kiss.
I remember after a while
I dreamed of her and that alluring smile
And wilting beneath her sensuous gaze
And losing myself in a lustful daze
And knowing I’d lost it and was going to miss
The magic of love – it was in her kiss.
I remember losing my mom and dad
And thinking the rest of my life would be sad
But then I recalled a love so real
It seared my soul with heat I could feel
So hot I could actually hear it hiss
You see, the magic of healing was in her kiss.
And then one day I was grown and knew
My days were numbered. I had left but a few –
So, I planned to meet my Maker on high
With shoulders squared determined not to cry.
When an angel assured me nothing was amiss
I begged for that magic: just one more kiss.
I remember she smiled and said in one breath
There’s magic from me – it’s the kiss of death.
I know, I replied, I’m not afraid,
I’ll take to the grave every blunder I’ve made.
But could you please find for me that shiny spokes miss
Because Eternal Love is in her kiss.
I remember my last moment on earth
Was spent in a whirlwind of delirious mirth
Because my angel found for me my childhood friend
Who was ready too to face the end:
Now Eternity is ours and I can tell you this
That magic’s forever – it’s in her kiss.