You gave me a kiss
But, I thought it wasn't earned,
So, you I spurned.
I thought of a bliss
As love is truly learned,
Then you, I knowingly burned.
Now I will always remiss
That effection you had yearned,
Your kiss, I never returned.
But, I should have.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem