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 poemππππ
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best, Kevin
Yes Kevin all r sweet ππ π