I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater

and how i kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

It was the kind of kiss I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life.

He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually.

It was the kind of kiss that made
me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

Give me a kiss, dearest lover. I'm certain that you still love me, and I fear you always, like some tyrant over me. I don't know why, but I fear you. Upon my word, only you have power over me, you and... no one else.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul

I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.'
He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

Being by such a noble lover kissed,
This one, who ne'er from me shall be divided,
Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating.

When he came up for air, he gasped, “You never kissed me like that before.”
“Well, you never asked me to marry you before, either,” Rita answered.
He laughed. They kissed again. Heart pounding, he asked, “What else don’t I know?”
“You’ll find out,” she said. “After the wedding.”

…I went away from your side,
in love without knowing it.
Now I don’t know how your eyes
look, nor your hands, nor your hair.
I know only the butterfly
of your kiss on my forehead.