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?