I remember the first time my lips met with yours
As we stood there in front of your apartment door.
Your lips touched my forhead in a gentle way.
I knew I was to kiss you that very day.
Your head lowered slowly, yet so quickly to mine.
And it felt like I got lost in that moment of time.
And I felt the kiss that's changed my soul.
The kiss that makes me feel whole.
You kissed me again on a Monday morn,
After that Saturday night when our love was born.
I was in love from that very first kiss.
When I went home, your lips I did miss.
You kissed me again on a Tuesday night.
And to my still overwhelming delight
Our lips, together were meant to be,
And you decided you wanted to be with me.
But that kiss felt like the very first one,
In that dark hallway, after a night of fun.
The gentle caress of your powerful hands
My heart, that night, made itself some plans
To capture your heart, your soul, your love.

And I did :)

But every kiss still feels like the first time.
The first time your lips met with mine.
The night that my heart was put back together.
The night I fell in love with you.

01/20/2003

Posted on 01/20/2003
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