John Allen Poet I do not know?

Final Rest

Death is never meant to be like this 
wrapped in the disguise of a lady's kiss 
it's suppose to be the final rest 
when the soul has passed every test 
but this is different in every way 
the kiss is made of everything i could ever say 
it is a sweetest surrender into another life 
it was when i knew you would be my wife 
it was that kiss that you gave to me 
it was the very thing that made me see 
but life is never eternal in this world of ours 
life ends here beneath this world of falling stars 
it ended in a final kiss 
which holds everything i would ever miss 
the love, the passion, the burning life 
all split apart by the edge of a jealous knife 
i had it all and all was too much 
no more kiss, no more life, no lingering touch 
so i guess what death means is this 
that there can be no final rest in a woman's kiss

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