• Kiss

    A kiss ought to break the spell,
    A single touch of lips for a cure
    Break the distance of this quite hell,
    Reach for the hand that is demure

    Touch me where no one dares to go,
    Hold me when no one can stand the glow.
    Kiss my lips and burn in the icy cold,
    Taste the wine and become strong and bold.

    Strong enough to stand to my sword,
    And strange enough to never get me bored.
    Kiss me free of this spell that’s binds,
    And fight for me in man's battle of all kinds.

    Kiss this weeping rose with worship,
    And take the bite of a serpent's deadly hip.
    Forever be mine to use and I be your rose,
    Lips touch lips and wrapped hands in bows.