I'll kiss you eight times in these lines,
The eight beats for me, a lifetime.
Now, last press of your lips to mine,
Weighs hard and heavy on my mind.
First kisses set the stage afire.
As kisses go, they're admired,
By poets and lovers' desire.
The symbol of love admired,
As the first step of a journey.
Oh it was sweet; it was lovely,
Yet our first kiss; it burned doubly;
Ticked the clock; then stopped too early.
But Love, our eighth, not our first kiss
Forever left my heart adrift.