When my lips
First touched yours,
A storm of silence
Swept the stars.
The night stood still,
The skies bent low—
As if the world
Had ceased to flow.
Your breath trembled,
Mine held tight,
The pulse of love
Was born that night.
No words we spoke,
Yet hearts did speak,
In hush of lips,
So soft, so weak.
Your touch was fire,
A whispered flame,
And every part
Now bears your name.
That fleeting brush
Of trembling skin
Was where the tale
Of us begins.
A velvet hush,
A quivering sigh,
Time held its breath
As we kissed the sky.
Your scent—still haunts
My every air,
Your lips—like prayers
Still linger there.
The winds recall,
The moon still knows,
Where that one kiss
In silence rose.
Even today,
When you come near,
Your lips outshine
The atmosphere.
I close my eyes,
You melt in me,
And time again
Dissolves to sea.
Each kiss we share
Is born anew,
Yet none so deep
As that first view.
For it was not
Just skin and breath—
It was a vow
Beyond life and death.
So every time
Your lips meet mine,
The stars repeat
That secret sign:
A world reborn,
A breath, a bliss—
Forever lives
In that first kiss.
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