A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
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Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

A child's kiss is magic. Why else would they be so stingy with them?

A child's kiss is magic. Why else would they be so stingy with them?

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow read more

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the read more

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove--
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
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Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always read more

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always need her more than she could ever need me. I need someone to ease my mind, but sometimes a someone is so hard to find.