• I do not care for her body or her mind, but her lips are so beautiful. With a tease you can make them pout as a child does when there favorite toy is taken away. The way they rise to meet her cheek in a smirk of satisfaction drives me to the brink of insanity as I try to figure why they are so beautiful, so heavenly.They are as pale as the cream rose I gave her on our first date. They are so reflective that I can see myself in them when mine meet them. They are as soft as angel's wings and with one kiss they can make you fly among the stars. She claims that she needs gloss to make them sheen and red, but I whisper that they are perfect. How I wish that everyday I could see them, touch them, and kiss them.

    So you could see why I always wondered when people tell her that her lips are pale and abnormally placed on her face. But I tell her that it must be the glue that I used to attach only her lips to mine.