Shakespeare, it ain’t….

I wrote a poem. It’s amazing what people will do when they’re emotionally deprived and have spare time to prove it.
I called that poem “Soul food”. It’s amazing what you can do with such a topic. Only my poem didn’t come out sounding anything like the topic.
Therefore, I renamed it. And so, here’s the amazing…

BATMAN AND ROBIN
(Don’t ask. It was 3 in the night and I was emotionally deprived (d-uh)).

To the woman I love;
to the way she is.
To each receding moment;
and each conceded kiss.

Through stupid poetry and words made to rhyme;
I tell you now of this.
How one may live through another;
and each conceded kiss.

For each eternity apart;
just how much I miss.
You touch, your being, your mind, your soul;
and each conceded kiss.

Not past, not future;
Not a single moment of bliss.
I live for you, for the present;
and each conceded kiss.

Footnotes:
a) I was thinking about taking it to 5 paragraphs. But I was only left with “piss”. Pun unintended.
b) The Batman and Robin is not a reference to any form of emotional deprivation. It just sounds cool.
c) Yes, I was thinking about “Each conceded kiss” too. Too predictable though.
d) My English teacher would kill me if she saw the double parenthesis.
e) If you like this poem. You’re just my kind of woman. But you already know that.