And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
So in the spirit of kissing, I thought I would share Lady Blissot de Woodville’s first kiss from ‘Capturing Bliss’.
The Trinket Seller's Daughter