I could feel her breath cascade across my cheek
two lips touch, and then part in silence
I back away, blushing and meek
She let us go, with a raise of her hand
knowing this kiss could be the last
as whispers were heard across the land
Narrow margins separate our voices
Worlds apart tell hurtful stories
Yet, I return, owning my choices
A kiss or two, or maybe three
love sews and binds hearts together
showing the world this is you, this is me
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