"Kiss of Youth and Love."

Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss;


A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love,

And beauty, all concentrating like rays

Into one focus, kindled them above;

Such kisses as belong to early days

Where heart and soul, and sense in concert move,

And the blood’s lava, and the pulse a blaze,

Each kiss a heart-quake – for a kiss’s strength,

I think, it must be reckoned by its length.



Lord George Byron

Poet 1788 - 1824

A Kiss - Courtesy of Lord George Byron

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past –


For years flee away with the wings of the dove –

The dearest remembrance will still be the last,

Our sweetest memory the first kiss of love.



Lord George Byron

Poet 1788 - 1824