The First Kiss

The sun is still not shining
the sky has yet to clear
The hallways are cold and empty
And I'm thinking of someone dear

I got my first kiss on the weekend
Just a fore St Paddy's day
But I was thinking of my Whiterose
And not on whom my arm did lay

She was born in Minnesota
In a quiet, tiny town
Where the Mississippi rises
And where my dreams fall down

That girl who smiled and kissed me
Was not the one for me
I try to think on it fondly
But I still wish I wasn't free

I think of Whiterose often
She follows me everywhere
I wish that she could love me
But she simply doesn't care

I had a glorious moment
In my miserable lot of life
But what I would give as payment
To kiss her as my wife

And the sun is still not shining
Although it peeked somewhat
I regret the joy that I had
And wish for what I never got.