You are  the  last  one I  should kiss.
Albeit,  life can disapprovingly  walk  ahead,
And times  may  ruefully  run  amiss.
Exhausted  and weak,
Our  hands  will  slip away;
While  the dust  from  my  brow,
Will  make your  temples  sway.
The  terrible travesty  of  our  lips.
You are the last one I should kiss.

When you close  your  light,
Against  the  thick  tirelessness 
 Of  the  night ;
I  feign,  
I  pretend I  might,
Give up my  world,
To  simply  hold you tight.
Against  the  tempestuous glee  
Of  my  heart,
You and I, are nothing  but  art.
It  would be too  painful  to  miss,
This last chance,
Of our kiss.

Afar you live,
Impenetrable  in the naivety  of  distance,
Miles  separate,
Souls that  unite at  an  instance.
I  am  too afraid,
To show you  my  love.
My insides  are  trembling  cold,
Resembling  a featherless dove.
Yet,
Nothing  can parallel  the warmth,
And the  stubborn  bliss,
Of  the  last  one,
I should kiss.

With lighthearted words,
I  wind up my  thought.
Too many  battles
I  have ceaselessly  fought.
But  in your  smile,  
Victory  is mine.
My head tilts  against  my  shoulder,
In a frivolous  incline.
Oh what  a day  dream!  
What  an  impossible desire  it  is!
That you be the last one I should kiss.