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But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said, 'Son, you haven't kissed me since you were a little boy.' It went straight to my heart, and I kissed him whenever I saw him after that, and my sons and I always kiss whenever we meet.

I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.

Two months later at a party, Bernard pulled me into a closet and proposed. I said yes.

I remember him watching me through the crack of a door singing with a hairbrush. I was in front of his mirror. I think he wanted me to sing. He would get me on the table and make me sing sometimes or play the piano. He was very encouraging on that front.

He surprised me by his familiarity with details of movements and battles which I did not suppose had come to his knowledge. As he kept me talking for over half an hour, I flattered myself that what I had to say interested him.

Then I grew up and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart, 'what lies ahead?

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.