What’s sometimes parted, amidst meeting,

Twice – a customary greeting,

Apart, directed through the air,

In tales, can rescue princess, fair?

Some are stolen in dim corners,

Exchanged address between adorers,

A remedy for children’s aches,

Post-vow prelude to cutting cake,

Often follows bedtime stories,

Seals amends when saying sorry.

Some spread death

While some breathe life.

Some paint their faces black and white.

They share the mark of buried treasure,

Foiled morsels, small in measure.

Sometimes – directive of a dare,

Pined for by lovers undeclared.

Some are nuzzled nose to nose,

One, painted in Klimt’s renowned pose.

Some freeze time

And some impress.

On one you love,

Bestow your guess!