Lips Sweet As Honey

Know when to hold em' and Know when to fold em'

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

There will always be another love

Another smile so sunny

Balm to heal the wounded heart

With lips as sweet as honey

Author's Note

C'mon! You've been there!