. . . let my soul sleep
While the spirit dreams
An age where
You are here with me,
loving me tenderly,
I’d caress you lovingly.
on all fights of argument and tempers,
I know that your hands will put up to me
and love me as I submit to your lips,
Coz baby, the makeup is as much sweeter
than fighting with our mouth open,
and ours close.
Oh such sweet forgiveness,
Upon your strawberry lip gloss.