Oh how mirthful you make me,
When I look to see your, golden cylinder, shape in the distance.
Suddenly my lips ache for your touch, with a soft and silent plea.
I look away with much resistance,
For the love I feel for you captivates my lonely heart.
The way you glide over my lips with your silky affection,
Showing me your nurturing touch,
All of this makes me dread when we must part.
When you’re gone I anxiously await your returning perfection.
You’re the twinkling in my eye, oh chap stick, and I will always love you as such.
