The Kiss That Has No End

After The Kiss By Gustav Klimt Tomorrow is not here today My love, today is our last day. Let us lay Together in the cool of night. For one last time Let us kiss this wretched pain Away. Time has been so cruel. Cruel. So cruel. Never I was meant for you, never you were meant for I. and although your skin is a darker shade I still feel what I feel inside. My heart has lost its beat Because he will never look at me like you. Nor she at you like me. If ever I could lie or steal, I’d tell my heart right now Of all the ways I wouldn’t miss you, but then I’d steal away my only life. Because to go on feeling what I feel for you is worse than losing you like this. If we do this together, now my dying breath would feel complete. But If you leave me tomorrow, my dying breath Would never end. My darling, There are far worse things than losing Me. My treachery must be repaid. How foolish to love a light skinned girl and think it’d be ok. Go On living with me in your mind, no one has to know our truth. Your swollen belly isn’t his, but your love was Never mine. I wish I would have known you first, but at least You are my last. Let me hold you close in my mother’s fleece And kiss you without remorse. Let us lay here Star gazing in the warmth of one another, I want to tell you all the secrets hiding in my mind Let me confess to you who I am inside. and Don’t cry for me tomorrow, when you see My body swaying. All I ever wanted was to feel what I feel now And when I leave you tomorrow, the kiss. This. kiss. *kiss* Is all I will Remember. Their moment carried on a canvas. Through brush stroked love and textured fate. Signed with gentle passion. Forever glossed in their shiny paint. And on that tomorrow, two lovers never lived outside their painted chance. They stayed embracing in a yellow fleece. With “the kiss”, upon her head.