Nivolette

Your eyes, no stars can outshine,

All other loves, never mine.

 

You stand so near-yet turn to ice,

Why tempt the flame, then fear the price?

 

I sought a love that breaks my will,

And found in you... my sweetest kill.

 

So slay me soft-with lips or gaze,

In morning light, or twilight haze.

 

For when love strikes, it makes no deal

Who holds the knife... or who must feel.

Done