This poem just came out of my head last night; it was as if I was not actually writing, and the words just spilled out onto the paper before me. I hope you enjoy the romance between these two lovers.

A kiss as soft as cashmere
Rests upon the lips that are her own
Red and plump
Like an apple.
He awaits acknowledgment
For this angelic act
But only time can show her love for him.
Deceiving glances fill the room
As if her true feelings can't come through.
For it is love
She knows it's true.
But this boy cannot read minds
Like she hopes.
So he waits for her
To kiss him back
With lips red and round
Like a decadent apple.
A kiss as soft as cashmere.

The End

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