And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?
And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?
I thought the funeral-shears
Would take this first, but Love is justified,-
Take it thou,-finding pure, from all those years,
The kiss my mother left here when she died.
A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories