Let's kiss, each chance we get,
it's an act we won't regret,
long after lips are chapped with age,
and love has bookmarked our last page,
we'll still remember it.
Chorus-
True love requires taste and touch,
a feast that two can hold,
with hints of perfume in the air,
as whispered sighs unfold,
our eyes are windows to our soul,
such views never grow old,
any other love is senseless
.....Truth be told.
Let's hold hands everywhere we go,
a bond we won't deny,
for far too soon fingers will part,
laid reverently over our hearts,
though love will never die...
Chorus-
True love requires taste and touch,
a feast that two can hold,
with hints of perfume in the air,
as whispered sighs unfold,
our eyes are windows to our soul,
such views never grow old,
any other love is senseless
.....Truth be told.
Let's talk each day
about anything,
communicating passion,
not on cell phones or in texted words,
but something more old fashioned,
A face to face conversing
gazing in each other's eyes,
savoring the words we've shared,
with more memorable replies.
Chorus-
True love requires taste and touch,
a feast that two can hold,
with hints of perfume in the air,
as whispered sighs unfold,
our eyes are windows to our soul,
such views never grow old,
any other love is senseless
.....Truth be told.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions-©-2020
