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The Look By Sara Teasdale

kiss 222the rose

Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

My Thoughts:

A simple, beautiful, dainty poem…

Now I wonder, what could have been the taste of those exotic sweets that I said “No Thank You” to ..

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