Having kissed your lips,
I wish that would be
The last thing I taste,
Just before I die.
Having looked into your eyes,
I wish that would be
The last thing I see,
Just before I die.
Having held your hand,
I wish that would be
The last thing I touch,
Just before I die.
I tasted your lips,
I looked into your eyes,
I felt your touch,
And,
If only for a while,
I lived in your heart.
My soul at peace
…I can die a happy man.
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