Am I a copy-cat Romantic To say, I love you; Your eyes shame starry spheres; Your nose is a rose bud; Your lips are a crevice to treasure; Your neck a downy repose? Haven't I read this before, Between lines of death and rebirth? You've struck that pose before, The profile with backlight, Your cameo hair bunned up In shade, Your shoulders sheared off Just at the ***** of your *******, Inviting fantasy. You are the incessant beat of desire. I will put your picture In my wallet, Where the creases become blood lines. Your likeness will fade Each time I take it out.