Poem #15

Lover's Kiss (15)

I saw a couple kissing yesterday,
Oh, how I felt, what can I say?
I know not the experience, but I'll tell my best,
Tis pure flame running down your spine,
The flame so hot cold is not felt.
It goes to the heart and burns,
It burns with passion and warmth,
But no matter where they are,
Under storm or noon, on ice or desert,
They will feel the flame if they are true,
If one betrays the other,
Then the flame turns into cold ice,
Ice with sharp points that sting,
And the kiss turns empty, bitter, and sour.