Chéri amour

To see beauty is to appreciate true aesthetic

So, what’s the secret of her beauty that makes me so poetic?

Could it be the glinting of her lovely cerulean eyes?

That captivates my attention and keeps me mesmerized.

Could it be the symphonic tone I hear when she calls?

Because of 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 enthralling body essence,

Awakens my senses to her marvelous presence.

Hence, her body fragrance is so splendid,

I’m delirious, I 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 taste buds.

Savoring each moment in a state of bliss,

Inundating my body like a flood.

What’s this Dionysian exultation overcoming me?

This ecstasy when I kiss her soft crimson 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 amour.