I stole a kiss one time,
Maybe, it was two.
It was all about me,
And less about you.
But that was then,
And this is now.
Time moves us along;
We get on somehow.
I stole a kiss one time,
That was near your door.
I took it home,
Hoping for more.
And another time,
While we danced real slow;
Laughing, whispering,
Words soft and so low.
I stole a kiss one time,
Maybe, it was three.
Was it theft…
Or did you give willingly?
They were your good tries,
But they were your goodbyes,
Since you knew, down deeply,
We were just not meant to be.
They were your good tries, But they were your goodbyes, Since you knew, down deeply, We were just not meant to be. A very beautiful poem, full of love poignant and pretence. Nice work! Chinonso
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You told Chinonso that you wish you didn't have to write it. I think that a lot of good writes come about this way. Perhaps you stole the kisses, and it wasn't meant to be. But you gifted the poem and balanced the scales. Thanks for sharing
The grand thing is, Mike, she and I do share a special bond and a good friendship. I have written about it, but, she's the only one who's read them. I will not embarrass anyone for the sake of publishing. Being a guy, of course, I was hoping for more. C'est la vie! And, thank you.