A Kiss To Remember

A Kiss To Remember short poem

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His eyes were brown with copper tints
She searched in them for a hint
Her fingers ran through his hair
Across his face and cheeks fair
Gently touching his loving lips
Pinker than rose bud tips
She loved his smile, that crooked curve
Akin to a delightful overture
His hands in hers entwined
A symphony playing in her mind
On toes she stood and kissed him deep
That moment forever she wished to keep
Not a word was said but she knew
No matter what, he loved her true
Each step of his by her side
On the soft foam of the tide
Imprinted on sands of the shore
Etched forever in her heart’s galore

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