Lovesick for Mina

One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one's power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love's infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her.