your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.
Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.
She looked into the mirror, wiping the mascara that was running down her cheeks with her tears and she saw him standing behind her. With that smile he always had. She touched his reflection and turned...
My cheeks explode when I smile. That's why I have to look so nonplussed.