This Little Poem

These are the words I should have said
When I had her in my arms 
When I had her in my bed...
These are the whispers I should have released
Along with the sighs
When she had me on my knees...
And these are the kisses I cannot forget
Like the moments of anger
That melt into regret...

This little poem was meant to be hers
But like my heart was forgotten
And lost in a curse...
This is the moment she was denied
To drown in the ocean
Of love’s furious tide...
And this is the promise she could not steal or borrow
To live and to love
Like there is no tomorrow...