The best kiss I have ever known
is the one spring always brings
after winter loosen its cruel grip
that has frosted around our necks.

At first, you don't see her coming.
Like the first rains of the year,
the one that you said would never arrive.
Yet still she appears in front of you.

Your heart will quicken,
beat like the wings of geese
who have been waiting all
winter to fly home.

Next, you feel the warmth of her breathe,
like the soft southern wind
that melts the ice back to water
and peels away the snow.

She is even closer now,
you can see deep into her eyes,
they are the color of freshly sprouted grass
that always peaks out from the last snow.

As quickly as the tulips blooms
your lips touch, though she does not linger.
With the setting of the bright May sun
she breaks away with the sun.

She is gone now, just as she came.
You knew this would always end,
but do not worry, she always come back
when the winds of winter shift.