The Color of Bliss
My sleeping heart blushes
At the thought of your smile
It moves me, like sea breeze
To walk all these miles,
And when I arrive
My heart will be pure,
Your lips will surrender
A smile, I am sure.
Satin red lipstick,
The clue I won’t miss,
That you too are yearning
To be sealed with a kiss.
Until then I’ll be dreaming
In red, the color of bliss.
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