The Last Kiss

Beneath the dim and fleeting light,

Two souls prepared for their final night.

No words could bridge the growing chasm,

No whispers could soothe the aching spasm.

The last kiss lingered, soft and slow,

A moment of warmth before the woe.

Lips brushed lightly, a fleeting touch,

A silent promise of love too much.

The air stood still, as if to hear

The echoes of love held close, held near.

Yet time, relentless, had drawn its line,

And fate had whispered, “This is the sign.”

Tears welled up in trembling eyes,

Reflections of countless hellos and goodbyes.

For every laugh, there’d been a tear,

And now, the end of what was dear.

Memories danced in a gentle haze,

Of sunlit fields and golden days.

Of secret smiles and stolen glances,

Of boundless dreams and second chances.

But the future loomed, a path unknown,

Where each must walk their road alone.

The love they’d shared, so fierce and true,

Now faded like the morning dew.

The kiss was bittersweet, a farewell in disguise,

A lingering touch, a silent reprise.

It held the weight of words unspoken,

Of hearts entwined yet somehow broken.

Fingers slipped, releasing hold,

As shadows grew and nights turned cold.

The stars bore witness, quiet and still,

To love’s surrender, to time’s cruel will.

Yet even as they turned away,

A piece of their hearts would always stay.

In every breath, in every tear,

The last kiss whispered, “I am here.”

For love does not fade, though paths may part,

It leaves its mark on every heart.

A spark, a flame, a timeless art,

The last kiss lives in the depths of the heart.

Though hands may never touch again,

And roads may curve through joy and pain,

The last kiss lingers, a soft refrain,

A testament to love’s sweet chain.

And in the silence of the years,

Through echoes of laughter and drops of tears,

The last kiss remains, a memory’s thread,

Binding the living, honoring the dead.

For love, though fragile, is ever strong,

A melody that plays life’s song.

The last kiss fades, but never dies,

It lives in hearts, beneath the skies.Its essence lingers, soft and bright,

A beacon of hope in the darkest night.

Though time may weather, and memories wane,

The last kiss whispers through joy and pain.

In every sunrise, in every rain,

In fleeting moments that feel the same,

It blooms in shadows, unseen, unfound,

A silent echo, a sacred sound.

When footsteps falter, and spirits tire,

The last kiss rekindles the quiet fire.

It’s the warmth that holds when the cold sets in,

The solace felt deep within.

Though hands now wander separate ways,

Their touch is eternal, beyond the days.

For love that’s sealed with a kiss so pure

Leaves a mark that time cannot obscure.

Through lifetimes lived and worlds apart,

It beats within each weary heart.

In whispered dreams, in fleeting sighs,

The last kiss dances, it never dies.

Perhaps in some far-off distant land,

They’ll meet again, hand in hand.

The last kiss, like a bridge of gold,

Will guide them back, both young and old.

And when eternity draws them near,

The past will melt, the pain will clear.

The kiss, reborn, will spark anew,

Uniting love that forever grew.

So though the last kiss marked goodbye,

Its memory rises, reaching the sky.

A love eternal, steadfast and true,

A bond unbroken, through all they knew.

And as the stars burn their ancient light,

The last kiss glows, gentle and bright.

A reminder that love, though paths may part,

Lives forever in the human heart.Through eons vast and time untold,

The last kiss weaves its thread of gold.

It binds the soul with tender care,

A trace of warmth still lingering there.

In every heart it leaves a trace,

An imprint time cannot erase.

For though the lips no longer meet,

The memory hums, steady and sweet.

It whispers softly in the breeze,

It dances lightly through the trees.

A timeless echo, a lover’s call,

Unyielding, strong, though shadows fall.

When life’s great wheel turns yet again,

And new beginnings mend the pain,

The last kiss hums, a guiding star,

A map of love for where we are.

For love transcends both space and time,

It knows no bounds, no height to climb.

And though it falters, fades, or bends,

In truth, love’s story never ends.

The last kiss speaks of what was real,

Of hearts that dared to love and feel.

Its taste remains, its fire burns,

In every soul where passion yearns.

So let it rest, this kiss goodbye,

But know its spirit cannot die.

For love, though fragile, endures it all—

A steady light when shadows fall.

And when the world feels cold and stark,

The last kiss lights a tender spark.

It tells the tale of love once shared,

Of moments brave, of souls who dared.

Its meaning grows as years pass by,

A testament to how hearts can fly.

The last kiss, though a fleeting art,

Lives on forever, in every heart.