A Man Does Not Fight To Win;

I Am What I Am Because Early In Life I Decided That I Would Please At Least Myself In All Things.

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.

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

Stay Awhile! 'tis Sweet,. . . The Rare Occasion, When Our Hearts Can Speak Our Selves Unseen, Unseeing!

A Kiss, When All Is Said, What Is It? A Rosy Dot Placed On The 'i' In Loving; Tis A Secret Told To The Mouth Instead Of To The Ear.