Lips My Lips Like Yours I've Kissed Poem by James McLain

Lip's my lip's have kissed that you have also kissed
I can't explain their shade, nor where they hide
Between two valleys high above, to kiss the bright white moon
There is dew upon the grass, it's short nor high

Forgotten all the lip's I've kissed, I know no longer why
To those I've kissed, no longer here to hear them once more sigh
Lip's like hers so soft and sweet they made me daily cry
Winter when it comes once green and naked bushes seen
And as the boy's and girl's, one think's the another does
If your lip's I've kissed, I miss them fondly now

What I miss in lip's, I've kissed again won't sing to me
The tree that held the mistletoe, is gone, I sadly see
A shades been pulled, I'm asleep, you kiss my lip's no more
Soft her lip's that once I kissed are red, but this you know