Much of life
       is a mist
       what's there
       your eyes would miss

       yet you linger on
       'and say: ' This isn't complete
       that which is not whole
       is in no way a treat'

       Who would wish
      to see a rose that's half -covered?
      A lover longs for a full commitment
      such a person frowns upon a flirt.

    A symphony with missing notes
    which music-lover would cherish?
    Would imagination alone
    substitute for  the real kiss?