Ink Poem by Daniel Isaac Gordon

Does this ink to you seem red? ,
Does this poem seem stained? ,
For these are the verses on which I bled,
When my love was taken away.

She had the eyes such as those,
To make a man’s heart melt,
With a kiss so delicate as a blooming rose,
And hair as soft as felt.

But now my love is gone it seems,
And once again my heart shall break,
For she always visits me in a dream,
Why is it I must always wake?