The moonlight shone down
onto her pale, beautiful face.
Her firm jaw framing her
perfect smile.
I could not love her more
than I did at that point.
I pushed her yellow hair
behind her ear.
She dipper her head;
half smiling, half blushing.
She was astonding,
incredible. . .magical.
Her lips trembled from the cold.
She looked up meeting my gaze.
Her eyes were a sky blue,
the moon reflecting in the iris.
I placed my hand on her cheek.
I shakily leant in,
our lips met,
both shakily, both scared.
Her lips were warm;
tasting of strawberries.
Our lips didn't part,
we kept kissing.
Our mouths opening more,
kissing more and more.
Our mouths more agape,
fueling our passion.
Our passion increased,
I pulled her in closer,
we clung onto each other tightly.
It was perfect.
We finally moved apart,
seeing each other once more.
She could not have looked more perfect.
"I love you," she whispered,
it was barely audible ,yet filled my body with warmth.
"I love you too." She smiled,
it was perfect. She was perfect.
The night was perfect.
"That was the night of our first kiss."
I looked out to see the funeral procession,
some weeping, some smiling.
I turned to the open coffin,
and saw her;Amber.
She still looked as beautiful,
and I had loved her more everyday,
since the night of,
our first kiss.

I thought it was gonna be all about the kissing and kissing but then, I got taken off-guard by the ending. I don't know about the flow of the poem. o.o It felt a little rough. It felt like it was too free-verse that it seems more of a short story than a poem. Anyway, I like the way you described in the poem. It feels natural.