My Broken Heart

You possess the fury of a spring storm,
the gentleness of a tropical shower.
you have a charm which is quick to warm
the coldest men's hearts and make love flower.
michelangelo must have sculpted you;
truly perfect is your figure and face;
your soft silken hair with its golden hue;
an image to adorn a roman vase.
you do not know how much i crave your kiss,
for spirit free and innocent are three.
you cannot know the pain of love's abyss,
nor can you see my eye's empassioned plea.
with great charm and beauty you lure my heart,
then,with abandon,you break it apart.