The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

by Sara Teasdale Click to read full poem

Comments (9)

...he has kissed my mouth. An octave stanza Structured in two quatrains. SylvaOnyemaUba
love this a nice poem
Reality cannot always attain the beauty of dreams aspired to.
Of all the comments below, David Wood said it best. Pretty much what I was going to say. Thanks, David.
this poem is so moving
Sometimes we tend to be so optimistic and set our expectations so higher in love and relationships, this is dangerous when face the real thing. Nice poem.
Love and lust! Common on earth. Nice work.
A very honest writing...rarely seen
This is truly delightful and sums up our expectations when they fall short of reality.