Time has no mercy
Think about our first kiss
Felt your flesh as mine,I tasted your lips
The very first time my breath was not mine
There was a sun in your throat
Your tongue flew in Cupid's milk
Love got drunk like a little punk
Alas,tawdry heart of my youth that cheats
But what was it really like our first kiss?
It says my only heart about the very same touch
The residue on these lips has no taste
The kiss itself faded in its foggy remain
Powerless over our aging purity
Time has no mercy on my sense
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