A Poem, And A Kiss

Once upon a time Proud, the kiss at poem Looked, and spoke down: Hey you smart one! No matter how you rhyme You'd never touch my heights Just look at us! We're loved by everyone The livings kisses want At any given time! But the poem said: All right dear kiss Your points, cannot be missed. They perfectly agreed. Then, gave the kiss, a kiss. And, to be written, Jumped back, on poet's lap. Years and years went by The poem is still read But those proud kisses? Nowhere to be found. Moral: Much pride can quickly fade Goes just the same it came But if your poem is Written from a simple kiss May keep an open door Towards love's infinite.