Lips gently pressed

Lips gently pressed upon a cold forehead,
A final kiss, a farewell to the dead,
Tears fall like rain, a heart full of sorrow,
As the world becomes a darker shade of tomorrow.

Memories flood, a life once lived,
A love once shared, a heart once grieved,
But through the pain, a glimmer of hope,
For a soul has ascended to a higher scope.

The warmth of a touch, a love still felt,
Though the body has left, the soul has not melt,
For in our hearts, their flame still burns,
A love eternal, forever yearns.

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