A Kiss From A Rose

The soft pedals of your precious lips
Lightly brushed by my fingertips
As I close my eyes, I try to think
But somehow, I just can't seem to recall
If this vision that I'm having of kissing you
Contains any reality at all
No, …in reality I have yet to taste your smile,
But in my mind's computer memory,
I am already familiar with the intoxicating feelings
Of having you that close to me
For now, I have to turn my eyes away from you
Because I can't bear to watch
I can't handle the torture of the words that you say
It's not that the volume matters that much to me,
Or even the content of your vocabulary
Just the sight of your lips, is torture enough
Like soft pedals covered in the morning dew
Fresh from a newly bloomed rose
That's what I see, in my mind's eye
As I dream of kissing you


To My Princess,

John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
Copyright © 1999

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