The Hidden Kiss

The Hidden kiss My niece rang from Russia last night she knows I love her, and she is immensely kissable. Between us, there is an ocean of age and nothing impure passes among us, she enjoys being loved and I feel uplifted when she visits us. We are two ships sailing in a stormy sea of love and not colliding she is my sister. I have often been worried about her when she navigate too close to rocky shores of the coast that brings nothing but divorce and heartache. She sails in calm water now since she met a three rigged schooner her age, at anchorage in the bay of love and I think of Edward Munch`s fabulous painting: "A Kiss by the Window"