Love

I wrote a love poem for Valentine's Day.  It's a very, very beautiful poem.

Your eyes are like two blooming pools,

Your lips are like two royal roads;

Your cheeks are what make us fools,

Your nose makes all others toads.

Oh, my love, is this not bliss,

To be ensnared by your kiss?

I defy you to find another

For whom I'd go to all this bother.

And if you do, it's not a scare,

For I am forever yours by your wiles.

There is nothing like your hair,

And it has tied me by love's guiles.

This poem is foolish, 'tis true,

But love is blind, and painful too.

Oh beauty, I will always be thine;

So won't you be my valentine?