Crimson Streak

How can I be happy when

Each thought I have is brushed away
By the flitting of a gentle nymph?

When every word I try and utter,

Every rhyme I string together,
Every silence I embrace is stained
By a fleeting streak of red

In vain I try to reason with
My heart against such treason, but,
The fool is still stuck dwelling on 
The black beneath her eyes.

I try to quickly glance away
For my hungry eyes betray my need
To linger on each spot upon
The smoothness of her skin.

My fears have flown away for good
My mind dreams once again
For all my joy's contained within
The dimple on her cheek.