Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
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Kissed by a ghost? No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there. Interesting poem.
A beautiful poem with wonderful rhyme and beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Amazing words of a classical poet. They say if you kiss under a mistletoe, your love becomes immortal.
Ah, this is so simple and sweet that I'd like to fall asleep under that mistletoe and see if a soft kiss comes to me