It was a feeling that I'll not forget
The day our bodies touched when we first met
and from that day I decided to choose
you to be my lovely poetry Muse.
To write many rhymes and verses to tell
of the woman who holds me in her spell.
I hope that our friendship will always last
For the verses are flowing thick and fast
Every time we meet and I see you
The poetry just keeps on bursting through
Even in the night time there's no release
for the rhymes and verses just will not cease.
My pen's the instrument I use to scribe
about my Muse who I can only describe
as a goddess of virtue and esteem
who satisfies this poets' wildest dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
goddess of virtue, I salute. thanks.