The Kiss - Poem by Lesa MRK
So tender were the feelings,
Which brought our lips to touch,
So long the pent-up emotion-
Your embrace as so to crush.
And how sweetly however,
As the honey-dew you tasted forever,
Upon my rosebud lips.
Gently gliding my body,
With tentative fingertips.
Suddenly birds sang a melody,
And the air a sweet flower scent;
No more did I care where it take me,
As long as with you, I did went.
Now at last, so long ago,
I scarcely remember the day or the time,
But be it asked-
A memory of your lips on mine.
Much and pain has passed it,
And what has been lost, we go?
How far might it taken us?
It seems we can never know.
Lost in feeling, I think of you...
I care, oh, how I do,
And be it you never think of me,
My tears fall not so few.
What of honor, what of promise,
Not to ever be?
Why can I not accept,
Deny what I do see?
What is won out of pain?
Bitter the victory.
Blood begotten by betrayal-
The broken heart in me.
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