A Hundred Kisses

When it comes to your eyes

Should you give me a glance

I’ll give you a smile

When it comes to your mouth

Should you give me a smile

I’ll give you a kiss

When it comes to your kiss

Should you give me a hundred

I’ll only crave a hundred more

When it comes to your hands

Should you hold mine in yours

I’ll give you my hug

When it comes to your hugs

Should you wrap your arms around me

I’ll gently rest my cheek against yours

With arms wrapped around each other

Our hearts beating in rhythm

This, my dear, is where I want my soul to reside

F. Tipa