Jan 2015
A KISS...
Why such commotion for only a kiss?
Asking that do know this;
It was the most earth moving thing,
It was summer and winter, autumn and spring.
Something truly special many will miss.
It was Christmas and May and unending bliss.
It was heaven and earth, fire and ice,
Ten thousand fold more than only nice.
Eloquence without a single word,
Mad secret frenzy... never heard,
Warm lips even caressed by tantalizing fingers,
And a certain feeling that not only lingers…
Hurried urges up and down a spine;
"Be mine! Be mine!"
Both exuding passion and infinite charms,
Being close with much more than only arms.
It was me and you what else did we do…?
Indeed done too…
But with a kiss it all begun,
And now my Sweet Bessie we are One.
With Love and then some...
Always Yours,
Willoughby
Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen
Why such commotion for only a kiss?
Asking that do know this;
It was the most earth moving thing,
It was summer and winter, autumn and spring.
Something truly special many will miss.
It was Christmas and May and unending bliss.
It was heaven and earth, fire and ice,
Ten thousand fold more than only nice.
Eloquence without a single word,
Mad secret frenzy... never heard,
Warm lips even caressed by tantalizing fingers,
And a certain feeling that not only lingers…
Hurried urges up and down a spine;
"Be mine! Be mine!"
Both exuding passion and infinite charms,
Being close with much more than only arms.
It was me and you what else did we do…?
Indeed done too…
But with a kiss it all begun,
And now my Sweet Bessie we are One.
With Love and then some...
Always Yours,
Willoughby
Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen
They met in 1810... well, the first time in 1807... Once... when He was 17 and She a mystery... and a whole lot more... one foggy evening in a nondescript black carriage... Meeting again in 1810, still married Countess Jane Elizabeth Beaumont de Clair at 32... Ooops! Really 37... lying about her age... did not hesitate to "generously accommodate" young Willoughby... by now a Heavy Cavalry Lieutenant... IN... or Not in a Uniform... and who insisted "Love is an Art" and "Nothing is Impossible," falling flat on his face... and more... Again... and She... his former "Mystery Lady"... becomes his Sweet Bessie...this time meeting in a library due to a silly bet, but he comes back the next day, surprising her indeed presenting her with a poem he has written ... and she loves... kissing him even more... even seeing a drawing of her Willoughby has made as well... he has called "My Sweet Bessie."
Written by
Granny Kari M Knutsen
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