Gold engulfs them… lines disappear that one cannot tell where he ends or she begins. Her hand around his neck, ready to open, ready to blossom. His fingers holding his jewel in an astounded affection.
She, the centre of his universe. He, her sun and sphere. Eyes closed, hearts wide open, he passes his wholeness in a kiss gently on her existence. And it lasts… for eternity.
The Kiss – Gustav Klimt