Tuesday, January 14, 2014

In search of the first kiss

In search of the first kiss

I took a bend in an unknown stretch, 
It went into a farmhouse with haystacks all around, 
Could this be here I got my first kiss from a pair of lips, 
So juicy so intent so warm and content! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
I went looking for it and almost ran to insanity, 
People in my town say I am seventy, 
These years for me passed in less than seven minutes, 
Here I am off my heaven running in search of the missing kiss! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
The kiss was so light so deep and complete inside, 
It must be hanging in a tree by the side
If I shook those haystacks maybe I could find, 
The kiss I never forgot was so true and kind! 
  
Ah! I am sure it is in this farmhouse 
Could I ask the owner if they knew where it was? 
  
Move on, don’t hold on to you past, 
What weird things they say, 
I keep looking for as long it can last, 
Until I get it back from my first kissing day! 

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