One fleeting kiss, yet etched beyond all time,
A spark that lingers where the heart resides;
Its memory rises, sweet and so sublime,
A tide that swells though endless distance hides.
No touch before nor after could compare
To that brief meeting of our parted lips;
The world dissolves, and nothing else is there,
Save trembling joy that on the spirit drips.
Through years, that single moment still remains,
A fire preserved in quiet, sacred light;
It warms the soul through sorrows, aches, and pains,
A beacon shining softly in the night.
O kiss, though past, thy echo never dies,
Forever kept where deepest longing lies.
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