Your Kiss
When the sunshine's warmth upon my face,
I think of a most beautiful, magical place.
Rolling meadows of grassy knolls.
Trees with leaves that never fall.
Split rail fences cross the horizon.
Lillies that grow up tall, as their rising.
Colorful blossoms of yellow and white,
pushing their way up to the sunlight.
A beautiful sight, to the beholder.
Even more so with the sun on your shoulders.
A paradise of peaceful bliss.
What could ever be better than this?
Your kiss.
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