The Perfect Kiss

It is the perfect handedness of endless bliss the cadence, embrace the double-mirroring kiss, silence is the most notorious happiness parenthesis. Even when the dual night vigil blew All the stretched-out empty days reminded you Of promises and tragedy that passion drew. In the perfect kiss, we once knew. But time has rendered a big part of this their brilliance and space are in abruptness. Death neither waits for happiness nor success. Our separation passed on in the brief moments mist Into the sad, fleeting, strange distance eclipse. another starnge bliss paused here to gaze at this less lonely existence parenthesis.