A poem #5 – Kiss her, oh kiss her

Kiss her, oh kiss her.

Kiss her, oh kiss her, like it’s the last time you’ll kiss,
because one day there’s a chance that it’s those lips you’ll miss.
Those soft cheeks, that long brown hair,
those deep eyes, and complexion fair.
Those mothering hands, that warm heart,
those lingering moments, that gentle laugh.
Kiss her, oh kiss her, until the whole day is through,
she’s the only thing with a beating heart that can make you feel new.

JP  Collins

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s