Some Girl. (Yes She Is).

Will those searing lips impose,
A branded passion on every reluctant fool that craves you?
Then force that foolish heart to expend such faith -
No secrets to withhold,
Is there some Eden that would allow your countenance to shame all things perfect?
Surely, there is no mirrored pool that could contain your image with- out blistering its cultured sheen,
No flower could retain the silent acceptance of beauty with your presence near,
For a gem to sparkle as bright, is not known.