And so you cream your face, exfoliate:
and, yes, you use a skin reviver, too;
and even so you use botox and hate
each wrinkle that, with time defies your youth.
And so you rub on base to give you colour,
And yes, eyeshadow gives your eyes a glow;
mascara so defines your eyes from others
within dark liner seems I see your soul.
And certainly the rouge makes maiden’s blush
seem part of you and that a part I’d wish
to kiss just as your lips glow red and shush
and make me wish that I were so delish
But as you paint I wish you would admit
Love makes the same with just a hug or kiss.
