Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Rife Lips Heaven's Kiss

and when rife you lay your lips upon mine
I imagine when we're finally dead and time
will be ceased and just as we're deceased
heaven will be gone 'cause there's no increase
on this indulgence you and I are pent well in
young and able or old and grey, there's telling
your sweet lips pressed to mine is set within
my memory of love, forever, where I fell in
with you and ensued an expansion of my heart
growing old, let us dream only death brings our lips part

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