Your beauty makes my flowers die:
Water with you I share.
Your beauty is my suicide.
I'd choose it if you'd dare.
We're caught up in our dumbing down
And love has blue gone red.
Never will my passion frown
As long as we're in bed.
Frail my patience, love, and all.
A breeze: they simply break.
Never at my kiss you stall
Or our life I will take.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-beauty-is-my-suicide/
