The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
His idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess
adorned as only a woman could festooned in loveliness.
Wrapped with grace and grandeur her beauty everlasting
her charming shape and splendour all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by her very essence of femininity.
Mesmerised by her loveliness his soul had no defence
He's smitten by her comeliness and her magnificence.
Her body's curvaceous design so wondrously feline
with contours shaped so neat and fine and looking all divine.
Confronted by beauty like this He just could not resist
and succumbed to her world of bliss surrendering to loves kiss.
_2 Erato My Muse Of Love Poetry. (Part 1)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem