Wine Painted Lips
Wine painted lips.
Lips the sun had kissed.
Left a black mark.
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty,
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream,
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts,
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles.
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here.
This I didn’t plan.
We ended up in tears.
Copyright © Ali Hammoud | Year Posted 2013
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