Are blessed with love

Straight from the heart

Of Heaven above.

Love’s Benediction,

Her dear caress,

The sum of all our happiness.

Till we kiss the lips

Of the mate of our soul

We never know Love

Has reached its goal.

Caress divine,

You reign until

A baby’s kiss seems sweeter still.

That beloved blossom

A baby’s face

Seems to be

Love’s resting place.

And a million kisses

Tenderly

Linger there in ecstacy.

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