What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve:
The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve:
The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's read more

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always read more

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always need her more than she could ever need me. I need someone to ease my mind, but sometimes a someone is so hard to find.

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed read more

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
The fair month of May was then in its pride,
The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,
The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not read more

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not a strawberry there was so ripe nor so sweet
As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.

I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.

I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.

Kiss till the cows come home.

Kiss till the cows come home.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the read more

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove--
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.