The simple tends to be
The truest in fate and relations
not knotted or over exerted
Lips soft human grace
Intentions obvious and not
The two divided by chemistry
when in unison not far from stars
The heavy hand of sex distant
making plans for unease and
messy views or possible Nirvana
But the kiss still keeps the key
The first spark, The wonder
that all hope to cherish and
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