A Valentine for Narcissus

Infatuated, enthralled, and hypnotized,

Happily ensnared in the web you stitched,

Chancing the risk of eminent demise.

My love, your beauty is more than blinding,

It is stunning, a blessing to behold,

From your eyes lash to body's fine lining,

Your perfection is more than artists could mold.

I could lay and gaze upon you for hours,

Let the world move on or phantom away,

I care not of the moments my love devours,

For you're my Valentine more than the day.

Valentine, I love you, though I'm called a fool,

Because I find you in a reflective pool.