To Klimt!

That night that you started drawing it,
114 years ago,
I was a collection of outreached genes,
inside mortal bodies,
I also was a collection of scarce heavenly souls,
those that are still alive,
in new forms,
in the music that I like,
the look in my eyes,
the way I think,
and the way I love,

When you added the finishing touches,
did you know that I would pass by your Kiss,
a million times,
each and everyday,
and stare at you,
and trying to imagine how you felt at that moment,
when you were sitting on your chair,
mixing colors?!

Did you know,
you were a century older than me,
and I fell in love with your Kiss?!
Perhaps yes,
a collection of million genes and heavenly souls,
might be rare,
but it exists,
somewhere gazing at your Kiss...