A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink… – Rupert Brooke
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets. – Rupert Brooke