Here's to the books that wouldn't burn
And ideas that refused to be adjourned
To the laughter that is infectious
And a kiss that is forever precious
Remember a face that you can't forget
And a rendezvous that is always kept
A whisper you always heard so true
And to the sweet words of I love you.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem Paul. The last kiss I had was from the dog, and she died over two years ago.