My lips were wounded, badly hurt by the broken glass, of yesterday's love, tumultuous. You came by after a while, a floating silver cloud, providence, brought you here, with a healing potion ready at hand. In no time, you exorcised all the demons, a wizard you were, with wonder filled eyes I witnessed what you did.
From under the rubble you pulled me out, removing debris, you retrieved the lover in me by and by, your searing kisses quick stitches made the scars vanish, without any trace, a magic you alone can summon, with such finesse.
Now my smile has the sunshine sheen that has gone hiding when the lips were hurt and bleeding.