The Last Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Allason, Silvio-Kiss Through the Gate

Silvio Allason, Il Bacio (c. 1900)

 

The Last Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Without your tender touch I’m in prison.
Deafened not hearing your dulcet voice.
Absent your beauty I have no vision.
My life without you death would be the choice.

Rules are made to deter such love as ours.
Explaining why they can’t give good reason,
Excuses why numerous as the stars.
Our deep love is tantamount to treason.

Cannot be without you another day.
Bells striking eight I shall be at the gate.
To touch your loving lips to God I pray.
My torn heart shall falter if you be late.

Our last loving kiss will be my farewell,
In this world there is no desire to dwell.

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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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