A beautiful memory

it is contemplating of a man who kissed a girl and fell in love so he is telling his story and how that one kiss felt like tasting something pure/divine/angelic.

oh fair maiden,

thou art poisoned me with your beauty.

my soul hast sunk in your eyes ,

drowning in pools of amour fou,

l am with no doubt in love.

to lick one's lips persistently,

l sort to taste even the slightest of vestige,

for thy lips having grazed thee once,

the possibility of disregard ,

is utterly unfathomable.

 Ambrosia is what thee name it,

for out of sheer sincerity ,

my memory dares not deceive me.

surely such an escapade falls nothing short of deific .

indeed your beauty is alluring .