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When we kiss you kiss your lover,
I kiss goodbye, both look too sweet;
Adjourn that which makes you hover,
That lip which makes you hover.
Gone are the days of our feats,
Gone, too, the words whispered in lust,
Now when I hear your warm entreats,
Gone is want for your heaving bust.
Remember you? But only by
Your dark, tossing, curled hair,
The scent which closed and dreamed my eye;
Remember my unsteady stare.
Biting me, yet vile to him,
How can I remorse over you
When passions would always burn dim,
And you to be forever untrue?
I know this is a response poem which is listed under my Day 7; I liked it more than what I have written for that day.