Unused Talents Poem by Gudmundur Heimir

I read the sweetest poem
Written with tenderness I never seen before
Absorbing and honest
It made me think

I heard a beautiful song
Sung with passion and strength
Encouraging and courageous
It made me listen

I saw a glorious painting
Painted with love and soul
Intense and curious
It made me feel

I tasted the finest wine
Made with experience and precision
Abounded and mysterious
It made me forget

I felt a tender kiss
Given with softness I never felt before
Innocent and liberating
It made me dream

But all this never occurred
The poem never written
The song never sung
The panting never painted
The wine never made
And the kiss, never given

It remained only a thought
Waiting for the right moment
Forgotten and buried, with the rest

Unused talents, can you think of one?