From your soft, full lips, <br />A tender kiss when slips, <br />And lands on mine with a hiss, <br />Causes my SELF to miss. <br /> <br />The lilt when your lips part <br />From mine is what reminds me <br />Of the vibes-driven waves of <br />Desire and passion you set in. <br /> <br />Who would like to part <br />From You, Oh, blessed damsel, <br />Though ages drag <br />Dark veils on waning youth <br />And scowl-full decrepitude!<br /><br />Tajudeen Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-i-55/
