Oscar Wilde wrote once, fascinated by the beauty of the red lips. And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine. Burned like the ruby fire set. In the swinging lamp of the crimson shrine. I often think that beautiful are those lips that speak only the truth. No red lipstick can ever displace Honesty, Integrity and Loyalty.
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Author: Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate