Stumbling through the back of this day
Our souls lids are growing weary
We shall rest in each other’s way
Your colorful kiss revives the dreary
Take my hand and take my time
I give it freely
I let loose to you all that is mine
What’s mine is yours, really
Stay. In our dreams we’ll have a holiday.
**Is it rude to take pictures of strangers kissing? I assumed they wouldn’t mind.
Folks who are kissing don’t care about what they’re missing and happy dears are kind. **