STANLEY PACION (Chicago, Illinois USA)

I am here to repeat ancient wisdom:

What do we care what the joyless say?
They should get lost, all of them!

Sun may set then rise again.

Yet once our tiny, brief light is pinched out,
We have night, an everlasting night,
Nevermore our life under bright blue heaven,

So let's kiss, and let's kiss again.
Let's kiss a thousand times, and, then,
Let's do it all over again, those kisses.

How many? How many? How many?
How many, you say?

Let's not number our kisses.
There are people with evil eyes,
Workers of black magic,
They would use their power to hurt us.

No one should know how many.