I wrote a thesis on love, and I wrote it in lipstick. Of course, I also got blood on the paper, because the lipstick was still attached to her cheating lips.
I said pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.
Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.
It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.