To see beauty is to appreciate true aesthetic.
So them, what’s the secret of her beauty that makes me so poetic?
Could it be the glinting of her lovely blue eyes?
They captivate my attention and keep me mesmerized?
Could it be the symphony sounds I hear when she calls?
Because the melody of her voice my soul imbibes.
Her voice is a composition, each tone delicately chimes,
Each note lures me and fills me with its rhymes.
The beauty of her entrapping body essence,
Awakens my senses to her marvelous presence.
Hence, her body fragrance is so splendid,
I’m delirious, can’t explain it.
Could it be her 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 her kisses,
Like the elixir of wine tempting my tastes buds.
Savoring each moment in state of bliss,
Inundating my body like a flood.
What’s this Dionysian exultation overcoming me?
This ecstasy when I kiss her crimson soft lips.
This longing to embrace her,
This stupor so unbridled?
What must I do? I know, I’ll arise and come into her.
I’ll search the profundities of her soul,
I know there lies the source of her beauty,
The beauty of my loving chéri d\'amour.