She’s bliss; not joyless.
Her color resides on her
cheeks. Whatever color
resides on her lips now
resides on yours
not noticeable to the naked eye
undercover, for only my lips to see
where they left their mark
She’s bliss, not
joyless. She’s whimsical,
she’ll dance from
cheek to cheek
to full face, brighter
more vivid than a hydrangea.
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