Thursday, March 15, 2012


Kiss me in the morning,

Kiss me late at night.

Whenever she kisses me,

I’m again her gallant knight.

Kiss me when I’m angry,

Kiss me when I’m low.

Whatever mood possesses me,

Her kisses banish woe.

Kiss me in the summer,

Kiss me in the fall,

Kiss me in the winter,

And spring’s promise I recall.

Kiss me when I’m young,

Kiss me now I’m old.

Even in death’s dark shadow,

Her kiss is purest gold.

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