Love Sonnet 11: 'Olympus, If By Chance, Be Where I Am' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Olympus, if by chance, be where I am,
Would I tire seeing how the Graces dance?
Ambrosia, nectar, will I have for jam,
Apollo's lyre might have me in a trance;
And could I scour fields for a maiden fair?
Or drive a chariot to abduct a girl?
Or guise myself as swan for sly affair?
Or carve me statue, like a lovelorn churl?
Or might I sail, consult an oracle,
Or go on quest to meet a lovely lass?
But when you came, so sweet a spectacle,
I find no need to trod in gods' morass;
........My love heads towards you, no god can thwart,
........Cupid emptied his quiver at my heart.