You, girl, surely are no standard lip balm.
Uncapping joy – the end not often reached.
What that was said about kissing girls with cherry chaptstick:
It is surely truer than is a smile being contagious.
Yonder eyes, oh, my greatest of demise.
With you gone,
I am without life’s swan.
Of wavering size, warm, and safely claimed in my pocket.
Steadfast and moisturized, you bring life through the cold.
I have been branded, and rightfully so.