Of course I am being sarcastic. If there is no “love divine” or any form of “love” to begin with, for that matter, how then can there be a “kiss” of it at the event of a separation? What I am not in the least bit exaggerating is my conviction that there is an art of saying goodbye, when there has been intimacy between those who are parting. Whether that intimacy has been on an emotional, intellectual, mental, spiritual or physical level should not matter. For even a miniscule amount of respect in ending “things” has the potential to become the only untainted memory within the individuals involved, regardless of the extent or length of their engagement with one another – something to take for the road we all have only one of.
Now, I leave the stage yet once again to my all-time favorite singing sensation, Dean Martin who succeeds in calming my slumber-craving nights like no other man has ever been capable of. Not because he never leaves my side but rather that he does so with a soul-soothing caress: “take my kiss to sleep with you, this kiss of love divine”…
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