sighs...It would be lovely to kiss the man,
I, being told he is my true.
Certainly, I would make my heart do the kiss,
where the time would sway patiently in love,
and love would bring its magnificence.
In our heart’s boat kissing as it floats,
upon a lover’s pond of shed scarlet love,
Where a glass of stars held sweetly by the night,
would suddenly break,
shimmering,
the stars would fall,
in a vapor of pink,
sighs,
moans,
upon our sweet facade,
and I would delve into his heart,
to feel its whole being as it is,
Cradled by the kiss of tender.
Then would rise beautiful Aphrodite above us both,
she would plant a crystal between our lips,
thus would be certainly,
the true kiss,
as the light,
still shining between our lips,
in its rose pearl,
seen by this world,
they would wonder,
curiously, they would stare,
“what is that white light?”
Silver trophy winner
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