O' to be a kiss ... to be lost in a kiss!
The yearning for thy lips to be pressed
gently against mine. Speak not of faded
love but of the new life breathed into
such things through a kiss.

O' to be crushed beneath thy lips, drown
within the sweetest bliss produced by
such a tender kiss!

Bring forth tears as I weep from such a gift,
this kiss from thee. Such a thing could send
mine soul to Heaven's gate, floating upon
silvery clouds in moonlit wake.

Yet, tis only a dream when these eyes o' mine
close. To taste thy lips, a soul of gold.