A Valentine poem for Lilith, Lady of the Lash.
 

The windows on your soul Mistress,
burning embers into mine,
were there ever eyes alluring,
quite so beautiful as thine?

Lips of ripened berry fruits
and sweet as vintage wine,
were there ever lips as kissable,
quite so beautiful as thine?

A face so perfect, without flaw
and alabaster fine,
was there ever a face to captivate,
quite so beautiful as thine?

A dream I dared not dream
nor life's meaning e'er define,
the sweetest thought in all the world,
would that I could make thee mine.

Please.....be my Valentine?.......