Tuesday, March 10, 2015

First Love



I love to press my lips to hers,
     And drink the joy they’d give;
To drink the bliss of that one kiss
     To be to simply live.
And tho’ the thought brought death to me
A happy ending it would be.



March 10, ‘05


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