Blown kisses are kisses wasted,
Kisses are meant to be tasted,
Their sweetness to be savored,
Each one is differently flavored.
A kiss' divinity begins at the lip
Being drunk before even one sip,
Of the dew like dripping nectar,
Oh my lady, more of your philtre!
(Co-written With Chifwanti Zulu)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem