She’s absolutely beautiful. Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.Herloveisbeautiful.

I had a dream about you. You smiled at me, and I blushed like a red rose. Then you started sniffing my cheeks and I realized you were a bee and I’d been deceived.

We made love like flamingoes are pink. You know what else was pink? My cheeks, because I was so embarrassed when I found out that she was the wrong woman.

I don’t have tears running down my cheeks. Those are egg yokes, and yes, it means I’m in love.

may my touchalways…be tenderas i would strokemother’s cheekswhen she cried.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

When I was a rolling stone my tears roll down on my cheeks when I became rigid my tears do the same.