quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009

Kisses kept are wasted, Love is to be tasted...

Kisses kept are wasted;

Love is to be tasted.

There are some you love, I know;

Be not loath to tell them so.

Lips go dry and eyes grow wet

Waiting to be warmly met,

Keep them not in waiting yet;

Kisses kept are wasted.

(Edmund Vance Cooke 1866 - 1932)

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