Author Josephine Preston Peabody I KISS you once for luck, That you may feel no care. I kiss you thrice for love That you must spend and share. Go now, and wheresoe'er A heart shall take you in, It is your very kin: Make music there. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments