Usually lovers kiss when they come and go, this poem reflects so, or maybe no.
I've kissed you once
and I've kissed you twice
Your lovely lips sure are
sweet and nice
They say girls are made of
sugar and spice
Even so you're worth
every sacrifice
Juliet where art thow lips of
sweet honey
I need your sweet kiss to
start my day sunny
Coffee tea or me
this is the way I love it to be
Let no sunset
until our lips have met
If not this loving way
I shall regret the end of my day
The days end will seem unfinished
until your sweet kiss has replenished
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
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