poetry of the heart

HEART-WRITTEN

Only a body's warmth,

the warmth on the surfaces of her body
 
 reminds me of the only unforgetable  place,

A place of peace called home.

But what is love when given 

but never taken,

Taken but not back-given

to a suitor who's by passion driven?

What's passion without possession,

 A kiss without union of hearts,

where is the bliss?

To have is not having briefly.

Unforgetable are memories

of times we had

with people we never had.