His kisses,
are dreams and wishes,
Of butterfly wings,
and new beginnings,
Of stormy awakenings,
and happy endings.

His kisses,
are his promises,
Of love eternal,
and all things special,
Of everything magical,
and more sensual.

His kisses,
are distant memories,
Of hearts that falter,
and wounds that fester,
Of unanswered prayer,
and scars that linger.

Of all I loved after,
I often do wonder,
why I still remember,
his kisses.