Love Is On Her Lips

The following is the second poem I've written in what feels like forever. My opinion is that it could be a lot better, but after struggling with writers block for nearly two years, I feel this is a decent start.

Love is on her lips

And I cannot reply.

It’s difficult and cruel

But I simply cannot lie -

To her or to her lips

Her kisses or her hugs,

But most of all I cannot lie

To those eyes which are screaming -

Love

In all its forms and all its meaning,

All the things I cannot grasp.

I’d tell her that I love her

But I can’t forget my past.

Copyright 2010 - Tamara Keith