Of What This Kiss?

Where does the greatest danger lie,

In honest kiss,
or stranger's lie?

Is it yet best
That kiss is gone
or deceptive still it lingers on?

When passion still ignites the coals
Yet only death lives in the soul

Emotions strewn across life's shore

as empty shells and nothing more
Where does the greatest danger lie;

in honest kiss,

or stanger's lie?

Do ever young lovers dare to think

that one or other

may someday sink

to kiss with only lips of flesh

without a thought or smallest care

of whom it is they're kissing there

an empty kiss; devoid of bliss

what must we think
of what this kiss?

Is it a lie

or pledge of hope

or memory of what was best?

Is it a lie

or pledge of hope

perhaps a foolish lover's test

to see if what grew from within

might now reverse

love born again

Where does the greatest danger lie;

in honest kiss,

or stanger's lie?

Is it better that lips grow cold
or continue to kiss beyond love's bloom

tell me, what you think of this

tell me, of what this kiss?