Kisses float like blossom on a breezy night,
They are invisible, but beautiful on their flight.
Through the streets you cannot hear them,
Nor through the country mist,
And only one can feel it,
And that's the person that's kissed.
They can be any colour; Ruby-red, or a faded pink,
They will almost certainly be the colour that you think!
With just one delicate blow it should get there,
The kiss floats gently through the air,
And that very special person knows its there. |
