A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Placed

My Wit Is More Polished Than Your Mustache. The Truth Which I Speak Strikes More Sparks From Men's Hearts Than Your Spurs Do From The Cobblestones.

Proclaim Your Pride And Bitterness Loudly To The World, But To Me Speak Softly, And Tell Me Simply That She Doesn't Love You.

You Must Believe Me When I Believe, And Not When I Doubt.

My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

And What Is A Kiss, Specifically? A Pledge Properly Sealed, A Promise Seasoned To Taste, A Vow Stamped With The Immediacy Of A Lip, A Rosy Circle Drawn Around The Verb 'to Love.' A Kiss Is A Message Too Intimate For The Ear, Infinity Captured In The Bee's Brief Visit To A Flower, Secular Communication With An Aftertaste Of Heaven, The Pulse Rising From The Heart To Utter Its Name On A Lover's Lip: 'forever.