our kiss
a thoroughly soppy poem by Rynde
silver streaks of pearls on the wind
charming they ever so petitely shine
only one girl should possess these,
you said to me
only one girl and you are she
flushing in my heart I turn, smiling
and see you there with your golden hair flying
do you say what you mean, I ask, gushing
no, I mean what I say, you reply, blushing
just then a twinkle of a breeze brushes my cheek
whispering the soft dreams all of which I seek
I can fufil them, you say, as I look into your eyes
and we share an embrace, so warm, so nice
you bring your lips softly, slowly to mine
the feeling of bliss nothing short of divine
I close my eyes serenely and carefully wish
That this will forever be our kiss.
a thoroughly soppy poem by Rynde
silver streaks of pearls on the wind
charming they ever so petitely shine
only one girl should possess these,
you said to me
only one girl and you are she
flushing in my heart I turn, smiling
and see you there with your golden hair flying
do you say what you mean, I ask, gushing
no, I mean what I say, you reply, blushing
just then a twinkle of a breeze brushes my cheek
whispering the soft dreams all of which I seek
I can fufil them, you say, as I look into your eyes
and we share an embrace, so warm, so nice
you bring your lips softly, slowly to mine
the feeling of bliss nothing short of divine
I close my eyes serenely and carefully wish
That this will forever be our kiss.