This Is A Love Poem

this is a love poem
an ode to the love of my youth
I know not where my heart rests
since I have smothered myself in the helplessness of hungry dark eyes
since I broke perfection
and let thine heart beat free
but what sin lies in the free beating heart?
what evil lies in folly?
Thy words, thy breath, they haunt me again
As an old cliche to the fingers of a writer
such temptation should be avoided.