She's sitting right there,
What've you got to loose?
Do you want a kiss or not?
You choose.
So you lean forward:
'Can I kiss you? '
What was so hard about that?
You knew she wanted to.
As gentle as a butterfly,
as perfect as can be;
The kiss that was shared
between you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwww...Conuil, there is nothing like that first kiss. 10 for sweetness. Smiley Tai