To see beauty is to appreciate true aesthetics.
So then, what’s the secret of your beauty that makes me so poetic?
Could it be the glint of your lovely blue eyes?
They captivate my attention and keep me mesmerized.
Could it be the symphony of sounds I hear when you call?
Because of the melody of your voice, my soul imbibes.
Your voice is a composition; each tone delicately chimes,
Each note lures me and fills me with its rhymes.
The beauty of your captivating presence,
my chéri d’amour, awakens my senses to your marvelous essence.
Your body fragrance is so splendid—
I’m delirious, and I can’t explain it.
Could it be your gentle hands slowly caressing my face,
like Aphrodite’s hands reaching out,
touching my lips with gentle grace,
kissing them all about?
Or perhaps the sweet taste of your kisses,
like an elixir of wine tempting my taste buds,
savoring each moment in a state of bliss,
inundating my body like a flood.
What’s this rapturous delight overcoming me—
this ecstasy when I kiss your soft crimson lips,
this longing to embrace you?
Oh, my chéri d’amour, is this stupor so unbridled?
What must I do? I know—I’ll arise and come to you.
I’ll search the depths of your soul.
I know there lies the source of your beauty:
The beauty of your loving chéri d’amour.