Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss;
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love,
And beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus, kindled them above;
Such kisses as belong to early days
Where heart and soul, and sense in concert move,
And the blood’s lava, and the pulse a blaze,
Each kiss a heart-quake – for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckoned by its length.
Lord George Byron
Poet 1788 - 1824
Rosemary Morris is interested in all things historical and organic gardening. New release. Tangled Love a romantic historical 27 01 2012 MuseItUp publisher
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
A Kiss - Courtesy of Lord George Byron
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past –
For years flee away with the wings of the dove –
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memory the first kiss of love.
Lord George Byron
Poet 1788 - 1824
For years flee away with the wings of the dove –
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memory the first kiss of love.
Lord George Byron
Poet 1788 - 1824
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