Remembrance of Things Past

[SilverMire]

It's bliss to kiss her lips like this;
to kiss these lips is bliss.
The dangerous hint of her scarlet tint,
in these vernal days, I miss. I'd say to try and avoid using rarely-seen words such as vernal if it's a one-off thing, just seems really out of place

With her winks and her smiles she enthrals and beguiles;
she ensnares with those winks and those smiles.
In the days when I dream, by a turbulent stream, "On the days..."? Turbulent stream also feels really forced, for the sole purpose of rhyming.
I pretend she'll be mine 'til I die.

But she dances and flirts; with her lies she hurts: Intentional docked anapaest here?
she hurts with her dances and flirts.
Her devil-red tint left so many hints
that our kiss would never return.


I miss the bliss of that distant kiss;
to kiss those lips was bliss.
But why would you chose to love and to lose "Choose"?
when the loss is so sore as this?

To be honest, I don't how you repeat the first line of each line, although one might say that that's this poem's defining feature. Try to stick a bit more strictly to the metre if you're trying to set one up also. Hope this helps in some little way