Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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Wow!!!...this poem really reminds me some of my unforgettable memories.The message is really in the eyes.NICE ONE!
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If I can't praise this master pien,then to no credit is my praise worth the energy of thinking out the sentements..