Poem for her 536

Dear Readers,


Kiss

The car door opened and you sat down
I leaned in and gave you a kiss

The door opened in the cabin
And you walked in
I kissed you at the threshold

I didn't have mistletoe in my hand
But when you passed the archway
I kissed you

The pathway had a fork in it we paused
The short walk was to the left
The long way was to the right
We flipped a coin
As it landed I kissed you

The morning starts
With a kiss

The evening ends
With a kiss

The clock hand moves
With a Kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.