Analysis of Kiss

Their eyes met like two roses. One rose joyfully open feeling the sun, the other sorrowfully closed in the shade.
When the gales blew they embraced petols like a mouth kissing a hand, arms holding, hands gripping every dying scroll of life. One set of roots firmly grounded beside the other. One rose cried dew with heartfelt passion as they were torn apart, the other said you'll remember love this strong whenever you need it, you just have to feel it.