Too Much Makeup

Here is a poem I dug out of a drawer today, which my girlfriend happened to love enough to keep.

Though lovely you are, for this is certian

There is but one thing that acts as a curtain

Shading my love from entering your face, 

You wear too much makeup

In this I find much distaste

Your cheeks, oddly rosy

I am stricken with dread!

Are you ill? Do you ail?

Should we find you a bed?

Those eyes, like raccoons,

They pierce into my soul

Ringed with such darkness

Its as if you cry coal!

All over my pillows

You smear blue, black and brown

Get the fuck out of here

You dirty faced clown!

Shortly after I gave her this poem, she stopped looking like a cracked out geisha

and started looking more like a normal person. Of course, I'm not trying to say makeup is a BAD thing. I am simply of the opinion that some girls just don't need makeup, and look better (read: natural beauty) without it. My girlfriend happens to be one of those lucky few, which I am eternally thankful for. I guess that makes me pretty lucky, too. ;)