Your Lips

Pinkish red, reddish pink, their radiance phenomenal. Curves aplenty, arched up reveals my beloved. Fall down and I shall lift them up from the ground. Sadly, dark clouds in white lay claim to them. Within three months, they will come for them regardless. As your lips turn pale, my heart utters a wail. Stiffen that upper lip, everyday I will sing you to sleep. Until a touch of cold, your lips turned gold. I am fortunate enough to kiss them a final goodbye. Their radiance and warmth will never escape my memories. For I shall long to see them when I cross that road.