Kiss

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest

More than kisses, letters mingle souls

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other

The moment eternal - just that and no more - when ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core while cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?