The Kiss Poem by Aneeta Clement

THE KISS
Every morning, it touches my cheek
Convey the pretty lovely day
Envy the absence, with a leak;
With leaves presence;
Bring back that bright sun;
Ring at least once;
Raise me to pretty fence,
Call me to the land of lun,
Let you know how I feel
Get you back just with the same,
Surrender the words of beauty,
Better I have a reason to tame,
Hell is without you,
Heaven is your memories.
Love you love you,
I say several times killing myself.
They may turn rivalries,
For next era I pray console my soul,
Earning your heart was motive,
Learning to live without you, is my sacrifice,
Life told me thrive,
Just as a bee in hive,
Being in your arm,
Healing the hurt,
That may be a holy harm,
A voice calls whenever that frame is near,
When I broke it was louder than I hear,
Blown away my strike,
It's my tears which always kills me,
Why you drove it away it was hike,
I warned you! So you could be ever;
And then forever,
Leaving mist and fog,
Heaving my heart! ! ! !
I am a log,
Which passes with the flow,
I rub your thoughts with agony,
I crucially envy,
Hitch the throb
For whom I got robbed,
The acoustic feel of loneliness
Suffering the emptiness
The holistic form of another life,
As your wife,
May be a mistake,
I lived for my peace,
Now that too is fake,
I was in search of that single piece,
Which always had your smell?
I needed you always,
Empty empty everywhere
Pity on the life which said yes,
Witty on that smile,
Which took me miles away every time,
Now this all happens for that single chubby cheek,
Which miss a single touch of your sweet kiss?