First Kiss (Of A Bashful Lass) Poem by james watkin
First Kiss (Of A Bashful Lass)
The snow of thy cheeks
Tis melting, melting!
What was it you said
To meeting-points led
Of Winter and Spring?
"Dear, look how like mirth
The little brook spurts! "
The snow of thy cheeks
Tis melting, melting;
And throbbing, bloom passion-vivid!
What was it you said
With undertones so
Auspicious-rapid?
" - how, having kissed lea
Love for sun every
Daisies outcome blurts".
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5/9/2024 7:02:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely composition......10++++