The Painted Veil

We all wear a painted veil

No circumstance can prevail

An outcome of pure liking

And no one is really a king

In life so many adorn themselves with one

And lonely men and wives are struggling Only the nuns wear white

And we can redeem ourselves with da light

The color of your painted veil

Is on your lips and your eyes

We all wear a painted veil

From what I surmise

What is my shade?

Is it scarlett red?

Or is it lilac?

Is it a muted fruit?

On his pillowcase

Stained by my lips