Plrfl

[shardak]

Sometimes you miss
A gentle kiss.
Other times you wish
You weren’t so selfish
As to hold so tight
Yet feel so slight

In action and deed.
A contrast indeed
From heart then to word
Hoping to be heard
But unable to say
Whatever you may.

Still I do miss
That gentle kiss
And those arms around
Banishing my frown
A comfort to be sure
With my sweetest treasure...