To Jason

Hark!
What angelic voice
Travels from the waterfalls?
That heavenly song
Touches the depth of my heart
Lets me know
That the owner of that voice
Belongs to me.

Hence!
Those manly brows
Reflecting, not age, but inner maturity.
That intellect
Luminous to all, especially me
Strongly attracts
Both the learned and unlearned me
To share our knowledge.

Mark!
Those glistening eyes!
Beauty curls it's lashes
That glowing love,
Softens every inch of my icy heart,
Melts me down
Into a river of lust,
Insatiable for you.

Alas!
That angelic voice,
Those manly brows,
And those glistening eyes,
Remain
The owner of my defeated heart.