English poem
Three Generations Of Kisses
by Rudolph Valentino (1895–1926)
(To M. K.)
A Mother’s kisses Are blessed with love Straight from the heart Of Heaven above. Love’s Benediction, Her dear caress, The sum of all our happiness.
Till we kiss the lips Of the mate of our soul We never know Love Has reached its goal. Caress divine, You reign until A baby’s kiss seems sweeter still.
That beloved blossom A baby’s face Seems to be Love’s resting place. And a million kisses Tenderly Linger there in ecstacy.
Were I told to select Just one kiss a day; Oh! What a puzzle I would say. Still a baby’s kiss I’d choose, you see, For in that wise choice I’d gain ALL Three.