The Kiss

As he looked upon a couple kissing,

He wonders what he was truly missing.

What is a kiss?

Is a kiss true bliss?

Is a kiss a signal of true compassion?

Is a kiss a signal of true passion?

He knew what he needed, an object of true perfection.

Not a bilk object, but a woman of true affection.

For when a man loves his woman,

The woman loves her man

When couples are toghter,

There love can last forever.

So he knew what he wanted,

A kiss.

The kiss of true bliss. 

When I came up with this poem, I was gazing upon a cute volleyball girl. She was pretty and just very sweet. That is when my idea for this poem sprang into my head. I felt I really wanted to kiss her so deeply...She was very beautiful too. But I knew that was a dream so I didn't do anything.