Competing with the sunshine,
On your face two lips I find:
Your smiles shine forth very bright,
I love how there, they're designed.

Unlike tulips a flower,
Your lips give each pearly white:
A bit of golden luster,
An awesome sight of delight.

Your heart emits bright gold,
On your lips it is found there:
With gold of fourteen karats,
Gold miners wish they were there,

There they want to stake a claim,
Can't blame them, I'd do the same.