That First Kiss | Poetry
by Northern Life
Jeannette Heywood, Darwen
That first kiss, tingles down my spine.
Rain outside but I’m bathed in sunshine.
Lips trusting and tender.
To each other we surrender.
My heart and soul endeavour,
to be yours now and forever.
I gaze into your face.
My heart begins to race.
A million times, lips touch.
It will never be too much.
From this day forward,
we are bound in wedded bliss.
To think this all started… with that first kiss.
