Kisses aren't a better fate than wisdom,
Somewhere someone does lose all the time,
Some dull things are meant to be re-sharpened,
Ideas, gestures, maybe this old rhyme.
Our voices weren't meant for only singing,
Our lips were made for more than true love's kiss,
The moon's not a balloon above a city,
Accept no happiness, but please grasp this.
To be your lips would not be such a small thing,
And darling sweet your hands are not that small.
Those hands will never easily unclose me,
And love is not the whole and more than all.
It's true that winter doesn't last forever,
But two has never been the half of one,
And flowers hold more beauty than our breathing,
Our universe is reality, not un-.
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