By Sarah Ravenswood    theraven@aug.com
Date: 19 January 1999

Sweet

my love is like the moon that shines
the full moon 
that dazzles
my sight

the silver beams
which blaze once a month
are mine,
love,
every night

your eyes shine with such fury
such passion 
and
such love

you seem an angel
from hell below
or a demon
from 
above


your chiselled face 
and silklike hair
look 
normal
in the
light

but in the shadows
they become
like you
they become
the 
night

your mouth rounds out
your
perfect face
your lips
just
make my day

so sculpted and
so perfect in that
so demonic way

the eyes of thine
bore into mine
with such
perfect
intensity

thy hands, so elegant
fit mine
as though they were
made for me

you, my love, are so graceful
yes, so sleek,
like a panther
you are..

your face
which i've already mentioned
beats any 
movie 
star's

thy mouth is like an apple
so sweet and
nice to taste

and for that fruit i hunger

give it
to me
posthaste


my love, 
i want to kiss you.
i wish i could today...

but you must first
give me leave
and then
i'll 
kiss you 
straightaway

i'll kiss you 
if you
say

then 
i'll 
kiss you
all the day....

*mmmmwa*