French Kiss
"My first terza rima, expressed with simple love"
It's just a chance we live, we die in France.It could be anywhere that love may thriveBut this is where we did our lovers dance.Our lustful joys will flourish, still survive,A lovers touch caresses, filled with fun,And shares a fervor vibrant, so alive.In light still bright, we see our poem's done,And share a pledge that we will make tonight,True...