Femme Fatale

Eyes from amidst the trees stare as I pace,
Never have I been so weary.
I know it is you within those trees,
I can see your dark hair clearly.
I can see the moons reflection in your eyes,
And the gentle curves that are your lips.
I would pace until the sun would rise,
If the only outcome be a glimpse.
I would pace until my legs gave way,
To retain this lovely sight.
I would chase the hours of the day away,
In pursuit of you, daughter of night.