The butterfly kisses the marigolds…

The bee kisses the cosmos….

And I…kiss another little flower!

Here’s a nice limerick on kisses:

A lady loved her Mr And she liked it when he Kr But she liked it far less (and made a ruckus, I confess!) When her Mr Kr Sr!

And some more thoughtful lines:

Strephon kissed me in the spring Robin in the fall; But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all.

Srtephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play: But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

I never knew that this was by

Sara Teasdale

who was a poet from St.Louis!