The kiss
"Before you kissed me
only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain -
Now you have come,
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain -
Now you have come,
how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?...
Think you
Like theirs again?...
I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore - Think you
that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before? "
by Sara Teasdale