His kiss was of gold
Staining her lips with the mark
Of innocence lost.

His fingertips left
Gilded prints, painted on her
Lovely face with care.

Polished Adonis
Though he was, the sun cannot
Shine on forever.

To everyone
He was gone and gone for good,
But he was still there

Every time she
Saw her face in the mirror
She still saw him there.

Painted on her skin
Filigree of fingerprints
And sweet lips stained gold

He left a shining mark
On her skin for no one else
But that one, sweet girl

Who learned that all
That glitters may not be gold
But gold can be found

Even if he is
Found putting his golden lips
On another girl.