Prose: "The Faerie's Kiss"

THE FAERIE’S KISS

A perfumed breeze caressed my soul,
She breathed so lightly on my neck,
I scarce knew
Scarce dreamed
Scarce hoped
A kiss she whispered there?

Oh highest hope
Oh highest dream
Oh purest form of love;
An angel stooped
Her cheek touched mine;
A kiss she whispered there.

©2017 Lewis A. Kocher
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