I kissed you in br Islip & Liss. br br The once again in br Syathling, Shipton & Pershore. br br Where ever I kissed you br I only ever wanted to br br kiss you br br more. br br I kissed you in br Amberly & Arundel. br br Once, I kissed you in br Swale & Sway. br br I kissed you all over br in many various places br br that I cannot remember br today. br br I only remember br br the kisses br br scattered all over England br br refusing to fade away. br br *** br br These are all the beautiful names of little towns and villages in southern England. To my English girlfriend they were just names but to an Irishman unaqquainted with them...they were magical sounds that opened the portals to worlds and love unknown. As we toured the area I did indeed kiss her in all these various places...indeed I cannot concieve of a time or a place in which we were not engaged in the art and craft of kissing. The magic of the kisses and the magic of the names cross pollinated and bloomed into the world of this poem. I still love saying this poem as it allows my lips to kiss once again those beautiful sounds and to kiss the lips that I loved to kiss. They refuse to...fade away. My heart held in Swale and Sway...as if it were today.