Kisses In silence .......verse

Like the sun kisses the mist
on the window pane in the morning
And the mist of early morning kisses
the leaves on the rose

Like the snow brushes the pine bows
and drips into a melting stream
Or the light breeze of july
lays against the barley

That's the way I will touch you
as if the scent of spring comes from winter
and the warm sun of may
lays softly upon the snow

You now know exactly what I mean
do you not
And when this happens we will both
now the mystery of love

And the mystery of love is just that
a brushing of soft against soft
And firmness against flesh
and fantasy against fantasy














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