Conundrum

When we go out, dearest
I put color on my face
Above my eyes and on my lips,
So I won’t be out of place.

But when we meet, dear darling
You greet me with a kiss
So all the red on my mouth
Transfers to your lips.

I often wonder
If it would be more shrewd
To put the rouge on my lips
After our kiss concludes…

But then I truly worry
That if I left it off
My pale lips would not tempt you
And the kiss would be forgot!

At First Sight

Love at first sight
Turns on like a light
Quickly it ignites
Like a match,
a shot,
a fire.

Consuming all it contains
In sinister flames
Until burnt black
Love fades
And like ash flies away…

Real love starts slow
As a sliver, a glow
Then it grows
Like a beam,
a ray-
of the sun
at the break of dawn.

Gradually filling the rooms and streets
With warmth and heat
Until Glowing bright as noon
Love matures
And forever endures

Did I love you at first sight, dearest?
Oh, no…
no…
no…

But the love that grew slowly
Has a greater glow
It fills every room,
every street
In my soul.