My Kiss Poem by Phil Soar

I blew a kiss from across the room
And the lady there caught it and smiled
I guess she was flattered, and began to swoon
I was pleased, for I thought she'd be riled
For you see, my kiss, was not for this miss
It was meant for the guy stood behind her
But she ran from the room, hoping quite soon,
That maybe I would run and find her
How wrong could she be, for a moment clearly
I saw that the guy was quite smitten
I had to decide if I'd be by his side
Or run and chase after the kitten!