Is That a Kiss?
Is that a kiss? And I was coy,
And blushed, and held your hand;
But you were just a little boy,
And could not understand.
Oh, Peter! And your wide blue eyes
Were seas whose depths my love could tell,
Your broken heart, your broken sighs,
And I alone to mend them well!
You loved me; but my heart was strange;
You could not find your way
Within the maze of vasty change
And so you flew away;
In places where I could not follow,
Your Lost Boys, laughter, sang like breeze,
And all the while we kept our sorrow
Separate as the seas.
I left you, Peter, passed forever
Out beyond the wooded lea;
Oh, how I would have stayed if ever
You had needed me!
Was that a kiss? It was my pearl
I gave to you, my own;
But I was just a little girl,
And I could not have known.