Yon Lips Of Red Poem by Michael Gale

This kiss to lips, sublime....
Tender and loved, as soothing time.
Tastefully sweet as sweetest, wine...
As tendered fairly, that I dine.

Yon lips all red and true...
Know Thee well, that I love You.
These lips like cherry sign...
Makes me for more, to woefully pine.

Until the next time We met....
Be We two, to never forget.
Never get away to time...
Of Your love that robbed
Mine heart, this crime.

For without Your hot felt love...
Assuredly, We'll want to
reunite, above.