Mission Impossible?

When a guy from Cork
Met a girl called Kerry
She entranced him
with her poetry.

She asked him out
To make a duel
She had her doubts
But she had need of his fuel.

Is he an angel?
His face appears so.
She craves inner beauty.
How deep does his go?

She so wants to know.

Is he a demon?
For he raises the dead
and others non-existent
inside her head.

The inside of him
She’d like to explore
To feel if his bite
Is as fierce as his roar.

Or is it the truth
that he’s really a bore?
And how does he bend it
at match-point to score?

If she dredges for gold
Inside his mine(d)
What hidden treasures
might she find?

Do August fires rush
behind eyes of pure blue?
Sometimes deep and hot,
others shallow and cool.

How long will
his king rule me?
Is her mission
impossible? !!!