I'd be more than a bit remiss
If I'd forgotten my first kiss.
The first time I did so indulge
To you I'll surely now divulge.
'Twas on a hill where flowers grew,
Pale green their leaves and gold their hue.
Beside the hill a tiny rill
Babbled ever, never still.
Around about us rose a mist.
No eye beheld our joyous tryst,
Nor saw what from it did ensue,
And I'll not say with who, with who.
No, I'll not say with who.
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2 comments:
So no kiss 'n tell for you, eh? Sounds like a lovely time.
Oh so glad that you are ever the gentleman. but the curiosity is sparked.
I hope the lady gets to read your rhyme and know that your lips are sealed.
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