NEVER BEEN KISSED
Does she know how bad I've missed her?
Does she know how she warms me inside?
God, I've never even kissed her,
But I know she's meant to be my bride.
She dons an angel's essence.
With the innocense of a child.
The Darkness yields to her presence,
Her passion flows like the wind, wild.
She dances in my dreams at night,
I can hear her voice softly sing.
The one thing in this world I know is right,
I long to give her everything.
She finds a comfort in my poetry.
Longs to lay her head upon my chest.
I'll never understand just what she sees in me,
I only know in her I'm blessed.
Where I was dead, I breathe once more.
Where there was pain, there now is peace.
Emotion I've never felt before,
In her finds sweet release.
The mate to my soul I've yet to meet,
Still all of my life I've missed her.
In her I'm finally made complete,
Yet I've never even kissed her.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-12-1999).]