Lipstick stains that tainted thy core,
still crams and rives - entwining it more
Long locks and tender gestures that captivated thy psyche,
still clasps and bolts thine reasoning - flooding the mind
Gleaming smiles and soft glimpses utterly had thy smitten,
still covering thine beams and sunny eyes - beneath indelible skies

Crimson streams and salty pearls were thine picture to love and whirls
Forever and ever were your longings till you reach the end of the river

One day I rolled down the river
from the mountains high
Beautiful was the river inside of thee, with fresh waters and fragrant bubbles - spellbinding I

I'm not a stain that will stream in thee but
is only a pebble rolling with thee - left and right, straight and steep
till one day I settle on one of the banks watching thy flow, with bubbles bright and voilets delight.
© Rhea