The Picture and A Song!

I gaze at a picture of yours,
For hours long until it nears 4 A.M.
My knowing stare at your pretty eyebrows
Is thus secured and I have a brain-jam!
Infinite thoughts throng and I am writing a song,
About teasing eyeballs twinkling along;
Impish charm exuding from each painted eye-lid,
Your innocence easing my mind much as I need.
And the feeling grows strong; mooning them too long,
Until beats are skipping; to my heart they belong.
Your puckish nose, straight and small as it is;
Holding the shades midway on its bridge;
It is over them that I behold the pixie-tease!
A soft shadow rests on your lips and Cupid's bow;
I know the lip gloss and I see the glow;
The faint emboss of a kiss I won't miss,
At loss of words but feelings only increase.
Enthralled by the look you throw while we listen to Bono,
His song's so mellow with your vocal crossflow;
With movement of your pretty mouth replacing the winsome smile
The cherished day; the zooming drive, every unending mile!
Your cherubic cheeks full of little spheres of baby fat,
Beseech fondness and I am besotted;
With smitten tenderness in written sentiments,
Overwhelmed and overflowing and all this time looking
At the picture of yours, I am amazed still more,
With unfathomable fervor and still growing enamour!