Kissing a Flower


As I kiss a flower so small,
Its fragrance sweet, its taste so real,
Its purple-white pedals touch my lips,
And upon my scars they heal.
I feel my soul all flushed with joy.
I reach to see it true.
Then I blush and dream the thought,
That kiss was meant for you.

Copyright © 1975-2008 by Brian Elroy McKinley