The Kiss

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The Ruby gently pressed
upon the velvet texture of the flower
With such finesse that I must attest
Can only come from just one word from Love’s power
The sweet fragrance of his breath
Left a dewey residue
Which gave her a youthful look upon her countenance
And I do declare with such precision
That there is none so beaming in such elegance
And there is no human emotion
Left that can honestly express
The beauty that came over this gentle rose
The very instant that she was tickled pink  by love’s sweet kiss
And this is why to this very day, this flower with a redness glows!
 

Mary Gonzalez ©1999