Oh My Love (A Kiss) Poem by Randy McClave

A kiss is a dream, a fantasy of desire
It is created from ice, and also by fire;
Oh my love she is like a kiss
Always remembered, and never amiss.
I say a kiss is like a locked door
It is either closed shut, or opened for more;
Oh my love she is like a kiss
Which gives me inspiration, and total bliss.

A kiss is loves truest tether
It joins two lost souls now together;
Oh my love she is like a kiss
When she gives me that, and also this.
I say a kiss is like a blooming flower
Waiting for the day and the exact hour;
On my love she is like a kiss
Whenever I write of love, I reminisce.

A true kiss indeed is a promised stored
Knowing you'll always be loved and adored;
On my love she is like a kiss
Forever lost in the taste in love's abyss.
I say a kiss is more than mere affection
It is two souls merging and true reflection;
Oh my love she is like a kiss
Where true love allows and always permits.


Randy L. McClave