The Blush

'I shall not blush
and turn all red.'
though I feel the blood
rushing to my head.

I shall put on powder
to still my face.
But I doubt the blush
I will erase.

For thoughts arise
if I think of you
and the blush appears
no matter what I do.

I shall say, 'I drank wine.'
if the blush won't go.
And I shall fool the world
and they won't know,
but you will.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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