original poems by john allen

Kisses I'll Never Taste

I want to kiss the sorrow from your face -
to kiss the pain from your eyes.
It hurts me to see you like this.
I wonder, 'Is this how love dies?'

Life without passion is such a bore,
yet passion can bring great pain.
Each of us bears our own scars
from the times when love wanes.

I see the sadness in your eyes
and think, 'This is such a waste.'
I only want to hold you -
not dream of kisses I'll never taste.


© John Allen March, 2006

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