His Kiss Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
His Kiss
The dew of the dawn,
Touches my cheek and
Slides to my lips.
Oh how cold, how cold!
It is like the swift kiss,
Of the man who broke
His vow to me.
Copyright 2022, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Your deep, deep pain, reflected by tears akin to morning dew so poetically conceived, increase the flow of the pain of betrayle
1) How nature controls our thoughts is again evident from this excellent poem, whether you like it or not, a little event leads us to moments tragic or happy,
Like the swift kiss of the man who broke his vow. Fantastic
Here, the accomplished poetess's use of nature as a metaphor to express her feelings and pain becomes evident. Well done.
The way the dew touches and slides away bears a lovely, exquisite resemblance to a fleeting kiss; both share a quality of transience—the dew through evaporation, and the man through his failure to keep his vow. A delicate, tender, and refined piece of writing.
Strikingly brilliant depiction of the deception. Love is just a chemical reaction. Only when we realize the true human nature we will be content with life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/10/2026 1:09:26 AM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
A poem so painfully and delicately concieved it flow right into our hearts, so strongly and unforgettably. A very sad but beautiful work.