by SiriusOryon

I start with a little blush

Your love causing my cheeks to flush

The foundation applied by your trust

Covers the blemishes for fear of lust

I see in my eyes your shadow

The mirror reflecting your soul’s arrow

The mascara of joyful tears coating my lashes

For the love you have resurrected from discord’s ashes

A little concealer for my bruised feeler

A little liner to enhance love’s designer

Press your lips against mine until they stick

Color them with the taste of love’s lick

The best thing about when we fight is that there is no break-up

My face brightened and painted by the love that colors it when we Make-Up