It looks so tender; your gaze, your black-jet eyes, the diamond spread in all of your faces. Everything that puts on you looks so alluring.
thin lips of yours never miss, the red lips of mine never wrong.
all the bones structured on your face, shaped perfectly as the god bless you so much, with his hands of Midas, he sprinkled all the glittery-gold made color and thing to you, one blissful thing that as ruby itself, was your lips. That’s never missed.
when the sapphire met a ruby. the crashed, damaged, destroyed was passed on our mind. nonetheless,
when the ruby met his sapphire, everything come so perfectly fit made, crushed each other, collided turn into the brightest stone everyone can admire, in the end, the ruby and sapphire dance together.