Powder Poem by Jacques H. Guiteau
Powder
Powder, each day on your cheek
The idea makes me jealous
Outrage because something
Penetrates my rose's skin
An appearance filled with love
You will possess it forever
Deliberately, you make yourself beautiful
Unfortunately, I am far from her
Ravishing, she becomes more beautiful
That makes my desire grow
Eternally, you will fire it with emotion
But you cannot deter my passion
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