Kisses kept are wasted; <br />Love is to be tasted. <br />There are some you love, I know; <br />Be not loathe to tell them so. <br />Lips go dry and eyes grow wet <br />Waiting to be warmly met. <br />Keep them not in waiting yet; <br />Kisses kept are wasted.<br /><br />Edmund Vance Cooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-35/
