Acting

Her lips are stained with red,
A small dress matches the style,
Unmeasurable are the tears shed,
It's time to put on a new guile,

His best suite is pitch black,
Neatly combed hair to impress,
Endless is the urge to turn back,
It's time for him to confess,

Her hands sweat when they meet,
His eyes gleam in the light,
A soft kiss for a nice greet,
Slowly they walk out of sight,

Moments pass before they return,
She now has a flower in her hand,
His face shows less concern,
The sun sets where they stand,

Applaud breaks the silent scene,
The curtain folds on stage...