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Kisses Aren't Promises
 
I was twenty-one and you were twenty
We loved each other at first sight,
We met in college through mutual friends
Who set us up one Saturday night.

We were just two kids needing to be loved
Excited, our hearts racing to the beat,
Your charming smile left me breathless
Your kisses were seductive, yet sweet.

You were the rich Jewish boy
And I, a “poor” Catholic country girl,
And according to your father,
Not good enough for you
A gold digger for sure
Just looking for someone new “to do”.

Your father’s words were hurtful
You could see it in my eyes,
So, you pulled me in tight and kissed me softly
And you apologized for your dad.
You promised you’d never leave me,
Because true love is what we had.

I believed you my darling
With my heart full of song,
Then I would think of your dad
And pray to god to help him move along.

We’d take our trips to the ocean to get away
And would walk and talk along the shore,
Then we played tag with the waves for awhile
Till our worries haunted us no more!

The light it grew dim
As the sun returned to its’ bed
Then up came the moon
To guide us instead.

We made love on the sand by the water’s edge
I could feel your heart beating inside of mine,
Rhythmic and sensual we’d seem to melt
Into one another as our bodies intertwined.

You were my sun, moon and stars, my everything
When you were not with me, I longed for your touch,
I wanted to know your soul…
With your arms around me, I felt loved, protected and whole.

After a while your father came to town
When his letters and phone calls didn’t wear you down,
He threatened to cut you off financially
As a way of turning you around.

But you told him you didn’t care what he did
You loved me—
And that you were going to marry me someday
He was just going to have to accept it
As it was most definitely going to be this way.

When the money quit coming from dear old dad
You told me that you were having some doubts,
As to whether you really were in love with me,
And that you needed some time to sort things out.

You kissed my mouth and walked out that door,
To visit your dear old dad,
You told me you’d call me and let me know in a week
I cried myself to sleep, each of those nights
For I new I was losing the first love that I ever had.

The night you left was our last kiss
Even though you begged to get back on track,
Oh, how my heart ached to tell you yes,
But you had already succumbed to your daddy’s will once,
After that, I knew, your daddy’s money was winning you back!

Yes, this story is true and it might sound kind of harsh
For he had been the love of my life,
But “kisses aren’t promises”
And he didn’t stand up when it counted
For himself or for me…
The girl who was to be his wife!

For the Just for the Love of It Challenge

By MARYT.LIVE

© 2019 MARYT.LIVE (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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