A Kiss Under the Mistletoe
A single beauty stood under a Mistletoe
Hung Outside the temple of the goddess of love
Waiting for the blessing of goddess Frigg
And expecting to bond with the man she loved.
A young man rushed under the Mistletoe tree
Looked with a question mark, an exclamation
Followed by a kiss on the forehead, then cheeks
On lips then comma after kiss with passion.
Both felt something melting that hurt in a way
The dreams, longings, sleeping deep got awakened
With a long kiss, he plucked berries till the last
They got out of the tree enchanted, freshened.center>
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Date 30-11-13
First Place Win
Rhonda's Contest
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013
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