Tip of Your Nose
I knew that for me it was you
that day I first spied your brown eyes,
and my gray adamantine skies
got all sparkly and soft and blue.
I proposed the tip of your nose,
with its little mounds and its dips,
(it's the key to unlock your lips.)
for where my very first kiss goes.
I caught you alone as you paused
one moment too long. It landed
with you off guard, as I planned it;
but, wow! the wild heart beats that caused.
My eyes weren’t closed and rolled
they did when yours went big as plates.
My head whipped back; that relates
to how hard was your nose and cold.
I knew right away my ‘amore’
wouldn't rate romance in your dreams.
“I’m sorry," I said, "It seems…”
But then you whispered, “Kiss me more.”
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
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