Written: Maxima

Your kiss
Growing gullible .
No stars , you are
There are no secrets
I rekindle the fire at
Our feet and sing,
Singing sweet songs,
No one but me
May touch.

Your kiss
A sudden blossom,
An ode to joy
The look in the eye!
You flourishes like the bloom
Of an apple.

Caressing you tenderly
Peaks my joy
And the breeze sways

Your kiss
Is restless
On my lips .
As fresh as the morning
Sighs at dawn
More and more,
To infinity they multiply .