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!

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