2
“You have classic features,
Something like Cleopatra.
Eyes like whirlpools
And as dangerous....
Weeping willow eyelashes
Shade the mighty depth
Of your eyes. Your lips
Are danger signals
Which a fool like me
Will not regard....
But go dashing past them
To gain a kiss... or Death.”
That is what he said to me,
I filled with a sweet and vain regret
That Beauty, the stranger, and I had met.
His praise was heat to drink me dry.
So I found a stream, and with a sigh
I stooped to drink... ah, to see
The cruel water reflecting me!
Dark-eyed, thick-lipped, harsh, short hair...
But Lucifer saw himself, too, fair.