Poison Girl
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There is depth in your eyes
The depth of a ravine into which
The eagle plunges and dies
There is honey in your lips
The honey a bee rushes to
And gets stuck when it sips
Your curl sways fine
The curl which catches the wasp
That takes it to be a vine
There is song in your words
That enamors weak souls
And draw to you many a bards
There is this love in you
That draws men to death
And let live to suffer just a few
I can’t take your witty snarl
Your heart does not recognize love
You should be named a poison girl
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