(Like Cinderella,

Mine has left his mark for me,

Only, a lip print…)

"How dazzling: your kiss,

In ways you nibble my lip,

Brings me nirvana."

Nirvana, you fiend!

You've blurred my darling's sweet face,

Leaving a lip print.

Like Cinderella's

I must begin the long search

To match this glass kiss.