Beneath the gentle arc of moonlit skies,
Where stars like whispered secrets softly rise,
Lives the language of the heart, so true,
Expressed in kisses, both old and new.
A kiss, a touch of souls, a tender art,
Where emotions and desires softly start.
Lips meet in a dance of fire and grace,
Leaving an imprint, a sweet embrace.
Innocent as a morning's first light,
Or heated as day's fervent height,
Kisses tell tales words cannot convey,
They're the verses of passion we cannot delay.
A stolen kiss in shadows' embrace,
Or a lingering touch that hearts can trace,
Each one holds a story, a moment, a song,
In the symphony of emotions, they belong.
A lover's kiss, soft as a sigh,
Or a goodbye kiss with a tearful eye,
They paint the canvas of life so fine,
A mosaic of kisses, a timeless design.
So let your lips tell stories untold,
In kisses, emotions find a stronghold.
A language of love, silent yet profound,
Kisses, the sweetest language that's always around.
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Made me reflect on memories - lovely poem.