Smeared with Love

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Colours on my face
Wash away
in the pouring rain

The touch of the hand
The delicate caress
Still Lingers insane

The smell of closeness
The pounding heart
and the uneasy refrain

Smeared with love
smitten and craved
Heart is to blame

The face is fresh
the heart stays coloured
with an indelible stain

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