Ovation, a Haunting

The clever lips
That gilded my eyes,
The lovely hips;
Traced neatly demise.
The haunting kiss
A beautiful guise
I’m left with this
And fraudulent sighs.
Pity be with
Who sees her coming.
I’d prefer this
O’er never loving.
This end is bliss,
Though, very tragic.
Death by her kiss,
So very classic.