The Kiss
My heart is heaping
I feel like weeping
Coz I cant see your face
Nor touch
the warmth of your embrace.
What a morning delight
When you are at sight
Its a real misery
If you're not near me.
Each night I kneel
On broken keel
As to inspire
Me in quagmire.
And so it goes
In daily prose
The kisses stolen
In four closed doors.
Forsaken yearning
My heart is burning
When touch surrender
As nights melt under.
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