Lips Sweet As Honey Poem by David Whalen

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There seemed to be
a hint of shadow
Lurking behind her smile…
A certain tightness, to her touch

A Mona Lisa aura…
a mood of melancholia
As if there were some fear in her
Of betraying a bit too much

It seemed to be a sign to me
That her heart remained unwon
A tacit nod, that I was not
To be her chosen one

So, no longer will I wear
My heart upon my sleeve
Nor will I spare a single tear
When I take my final leave

For broken hearts
are meant to mend
It's parts become
as one again

For there will always be another love
Another smile so sunny
Balm to heal the wounded heart
With lips as sweet as honey
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