(inspired by Le Baiser by Rodin)

Titillating sweetness is the surrounding air
Little do they know, they should beware
Around the corner looms their doom
As jealousy wins over the intimate two

Legend says, they never did kiss
Is that the secret we all today, miss?
To have a love so powerful, true and rare
That the ardour remains even though the bodies are no longer there

In a world where we admire the love we cannot see
Would we be able to draw out the good and just so be?
Can we, as people, aspire to be the art we cherish?
Or is it all about living the mundane with unnecessary flourish?