The Night I Kissed Her Lips
The night I kissed her lips was last May;
But the wind came and blew it all away:
Again I kissed her lips and made her weep,
But came the moon, and made my kiss her sleep.
‘O what a man,’ she exclaimed, ‘that dost kiss me
With a kiss so mortal it could immortalised be –
But I myself shall say: I sincerely love this man,
And also his golden kiss, pleasant since it began;
Yet so, for this my love shall be eternised –
I shall solely love him, no trait compromised.’
O this wench, if lips were slain I’d slain hers last,
And nevermore shall I then kiss any lips or blast;
I shall let my lips die from penance and pride
For those lips that I kissed, were the best I ever eyed.
Copyright © Choene Alley Semenya | Year Posted 2015
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