Your physiognomy bleeds through
To your clothes. Why do you wear blue
On Valentine’s Day, when some red
Should grace your sweet pleasures instead?
Is it because you know that I
Would have a most euphoric eye
Upon seeing you in that hue
That most serves to scintillate you?
It’s like coating my eyes with glue,
They’re ecstatic’ly stuck, ’tis true,
On you, my rapture so well clad.
But, should it chance that you feel sad,
I’d delight to make you cozy.
How I could make your cheeks rosy
And fulfill your hedonism!
Your face shows your optimism,
Fleshy for wont of affection.
How I love your dark complexion,
Your brooding and passionate way
As evinced by your shirt today.
Let’s change the shirt for something less
Sad, for I’ll give you happiness.