Their warm lips met, and trembling, lingered there. They slept no more from dusk to rosy dawn, &rsqu
Their warm lips met, and trembling, lingered there. They slept no more from dusk to rosy dawn, ’Mongst roses red or on some grassy lawn, But wakened often, from strange dreams of bliss, To find their mouths all melting in a kiss…. ~Author Unknown, “The Fall of Man” -- source link