kyss, kyss

 Robert Doisneau - Le Baiser de l'Hotel de Ville - 1950

 Auguste Rodin  

The Kiss

I HOPED that he would love me,

And he has kissed my mouth,

But I am like a stricken bird

That cannot reach the south.

 

 For tho' I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.

- SARA TEASDALE

 (sorry ljóðið vill ekki vera uppsett rétt)