Kiss...

To hold you,
To kiss you -
Tis but a dream -
A most sacred dream I know!

Every night
I dream,
Of you, tender thoughts,
Windswept with my lovings,
Windswept with my soul's givings.

Sun rises,
Moon sleeps,
My heart awakens - hungry, desiring
To know such love as only you can give me!

Kiss.

Oh, Lord,
Kiss.

Kiss me my sweet
As I kiss you too.

Touch me my love,
As I touch you too.

Kiss.

Oh Lord.

Kiss.

 

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