Rose Colored Kisses

They are sweet and kind. And remind me of rose oil that I used to wear in high school. They stick to my heart, and caress my heart with tender, soft petals outstretching and touching me in a warm, silky way. How comforting it is, to feel these. To feel the life inside, like the empress I wish I was, they remind me of the lifeforce behind everything. These kisses are rose colored kisses. The color of happiness. Of innonce, of new found love. Kisses I've never tasted before, but yet so familiar to me. The kisses that haunted my dreams, and whisked away my nightmares. Someday they may wilt and die, just like roses, but still ever lasting memories of those once satiny petals brushing accross quickly shall be left. The sweet smell, pungent almost, that is captivating and intoxicating. Like an alchoholic who needs one more drink to survive, I shall wish for one more kiss before I leave. They are the life force, that keeps me going from my fantasy with you. They make the edges fuzzy, and surrealistic. How I could live off your rose colored kisses. These kisses that melt away the heartache that was once there. The sadness is vanished, and only the rose colored kisses remain, in it's absence. Stealing a glance into me. Do these rose colored kisses wish they could melt on my lips? Do they long to be there when it is cold and lonely out? I hope so, for I long for them to once again warm my heart and soul. How I have awaited for rose colored kisses. And now I have them. I shall never let them go.