Just an ending
To what is my travail
In all life's complications.
You are the world that stems on infinite time,
Away from any shortest moment
In deepest passion.
I feed the eternity something blue,
Something new
That does not wallow in the shades of grey.
Filter my dismay
That I might receive the 'forever kiss'
Upon my tongue,
That I might taste the wash of joy
Upon my listless face.
Just a kiss to represent the uncertain future,
So that I do not meet the certain death.
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