Last night I dreamed I walked awhile to find
You, of the darkest hair and brooding eyes.
I bought you whiskey, seeing there behind
That side-slung jaw, a lover in disguise.
In Miller's Crossing did I first you dig,
And Barton Fink, which scarce was understood.
You stole The Big Lebowski with your jig;
A pedophile has never looked so good.
You are comedic and dramatic genius!
My friends all think I'm fully off my rocker;
But do not fear, for though you are my Venus,
I do not have the patience of a stalker.
Can you love one who does adore your art?
I pray, my sweet, please "look into your heart."