Life is Love Struck

Life is as short as a relinquished moment.
Ahhh, time, the relentless lover,
pins down our brilliant words
with slowly placed and peeled kisses.

Love struck,
we stagger from its embrace,
our lips still trembling
and all the more rouge.

Paint the world red with "this."
Upon our breast, bare the mark of both
perpetrator and victim of love;
mine is "the shape of a heart."

Pin down time and kiss it right back!