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The Kiss
by
Loyd David Burt
The warm, soft sweetness of your lips
As they caressed my tear stained face,
Reminded me of our relationship
And your love for the human race.
Those lips were as soft as a summer breeze
Sweet, as the morning dew upon a rose.
Alas, I'm now threatened by the Sword of Damocles
Because of the path I chose.
I made the choice to turn from thee
And leave your light behind,
Only to stumble, fall on bended knee
For without your light, I'm blind.
I know I've wandered far from the path
That was set out for me,
I return disgraced, to face your wrath
And any punishment you may decree.
Tear stained and weary I kneel once more
To bathe in that light I miss,
And with baited breath, you, I implore
Forgive me, with your kiss.
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