December Kisses

December kisses,
My lips will always be dry without you on my lips;
But you are always there to wet my lips with your sweet love,
And like a sweet kiss from a red rose.

Within and in-between,
I am now addicted to your sweet love! !
And you are like the daughters of the land of roses.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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