I Can Kiss You

I can kiss you with my lips and never taste the sweetness

and delicacy of your loveliness,

if I hide behind my mask,

or if you will not let me see your true beauty.

I can kiss you with my eyes

and you may see the lure you hold for

my heart, but you may never know

what I feel in my heart for you.

I can kiss you with the enchanting aroma of romance,

but how will you know it to be more than just a counterfeit?

I can kiss you with the kindness

of passionate words,

yet how will you know my words are meant

for you, and for you alone?

I can kiss you with the generosity of a man

who could buy the world for you;

but how would you know

I would want you

just for who you are,

without you feeling any obligation

to repay me for anything I have freely given?

I tell you now. Yes!

I can kiss you.

But…if that which you call passion,

which lies within you

can not see me,

can not hear me,

can not sense me,

can not touch me,

can not receive me,

you will never know that I can kiss you.

That moment in time can never be replaced.

So yes…one more time,

I can kiss you,

But… only if you know what it means to be kissed.

Copyright © 2007. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.