The Kiss Poem by Sara Teasdale
The Kiss
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
This is truly delightful and sums up our expectations when they fall short of reality.
Sometimes we tend to be so optimistic and set our expectations so higher in love and relationships, this is dangerous when face the real thing. Nice poem.
Maybe you are his first kiss, and you should help him improve since you have kissed like thousand time before.
Loving should be an ideal that both partners would work hand in hand to attend instead of having a predefined mindset and the influence of the media.
This poem depicts the sad reality of nowadays. I think love is sweet when it is a surprise. But when you have your own picture about how you should be loved and how your partner should be, expect to be disappointed and unhappy.
...he has kissed my mouth. An octave stanza Structured in two quatrains. SylvaOnyemaUba
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9/20/2024 4:11:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Reality cannot always attain the beauty of dreams aspired to.
I wrote the poem 'Dreams Aspiring Surpass Reality', inspired by the poem 'The Kiss' by Sara Teasdale' and dedicated to Sara Teasdale.