Five Kisses

Our first kiss was just for fun;
I was playing a game and I won.

Our second kiss was more sincere;
we began to talk, you held me near.

Our third kiss- I began to feel;
no longer a game, this one was real.

Our fourth kiss, my heart was calling;
I didn't care that I was falling.

Our fifth kiss was when you would choose;
this was no longer a game... and I was to lose.

Poem By: Hannah Jo Keen

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