If I for failure owe some higher price <br />Than kind, to quell love's thirst and passion's cost, <br />I say, I'd pay it gladly over twice, <br />For this, my first love's kiss, that I've since lost. <br />While deep within, my dreams still cherished lie, <br />They bide their breath in hopes that love might sing; <br />Whose wonderous address could never die <br />While kindness such as she may life yet bring. <br />Her visage paints the moon in autumn's dew, <br />And through her astral panes all streams must flow; <br />Her brilliance: more intense than stars yet new - <br />So parched for her, my muse! My heart must follow. <br /> A dream between a star and tears of bliss: <br /> Forevermore spent holding love's first kiss. <br /> <br />-October 19,2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-4-love-s-first-kiss/
