There's opportunity in the life
of eternity.
Moments passing with memories
that stay.
Stolen from us like a last kiss,
lovers do miss each other as they
miss each other's lips.

There was something or someone you
once loved.
They where lost with you in the moment,
now they've left you alone to feel torment.

Given it was the last time,
the last time you said "you were mine"

Could you then be wrong,
wanting more than much.
Selfish in the ways wanting this so much,
for you truly loved something as such.

You call the love for it "beauty"

Now beauty is just a stolen kiss you still
haven't gotten enough of.
Either way,
it was the little you got that let you appreciate that love.

So I ask,
this last kiss from that you loved
Did you make it beautiful, more than yesterday,
had it imprinted and had
your heart carved and scarred.