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I remember that day,
it was beautiful and sincere,
you asked me to write
a true verse.
I was not a poet
but I understood in your eyes
that a kiss was worth
more than a praised word.
And so I happily captured it
on your naked lips,
in each tender stroke
our sharp bonds remained.
The ink of that kiss
sealed our fate,
on the canvas of life,
we were one in the divine.