I handle
The bangle
That did jingle
On your wrist.
There was no tingle
As lips touched lips,
For we, never kissed.
I can handle
The bangle
That now gathers dust.
Love is a potent thing,
And lust,
To, has it’s sting.
I handle
The bangle
That did jingle
On your wrist.
There was no tingle
As lips touched lips,
For we, never kissed.
I can handle
The bangle
That now gathers dust.
Love is a potent thing,
And lust,
To, has it’s sting.
Good one, Kevin!
Thank you, Eric. Best, Kevin
So cute, Kevin lovely poem😊😊😊😊
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best, Kevin
Yes Kevin all r sweet 👍👍 👍