The Kiss - Poem by reinalie jorolan
What wings are they
Which took her far from sanity,
and brought her bliss with little hiss?
Oh...it's the kiss
It's that kiss....
Against the windows, her nose is pressed
But her heart saunters wild in the outer space
while butterflies inside her flutter with siss
Oh... it's that kiss
It's that kiss
her hands are cold as crisp early spring...
Why ask why when only love is all it's telling
All day today she sits and fondly reminisces
Oh…just as it is,
It all leads to that bliss
Sighs and a little hiss...
then to that kiss...
Oh that kiss…
that ole lovely kiss…
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