Lips that knows no parting but bliss,
Strips the soul of its wanton passion,
Sips all what the lover will later miss,
Ships two bodies into heavenly tension;
Endless sorrow when it comes to pass,
Reminiscence bump of that poignant kiss,
Countless days become grey and amiss,
Absence is too much to bear and dismiss.
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014
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