Cold Kiss Poem by Ron Pate

   The warmth of a kiss is not only felt on ones lips, but by the lonely beating heart searching for bliss.  A ritual to often taken lightly;  routine soon becomes taken for granted.

    Time, our own worst enemy, our days leave us and lifes passion loses spark each time we pass each other by, a little part dies deep down inside.

    Union sealed by our kiss holds our heart in a warm embrace protecting it from harm.  Something you can't see in ones face, something you feel only in a kiss or their embrace.

    When passion takes leave from ones heart, it is known as the cold kiss from the heart.