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
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea? – Rupert Brooke