A kiss to late

Olive eyes seek out the beauty, from with in

Raven hair cascades pale, snow- like skin

Masks that blanket lust, a more powerful sin

Sun does not embark, on a place so meek

Winds do not whistle, through the mountains peak

Yet, this is what you call the peacefulness you seek

Silence stalks you're inner voice, as it whispers fate

The smiles have faded your soft lips, a kiss to late

Still, in his absence you internally wait

The End

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