My Muse is so beautiful and slender.
I love to write poetry to send her
and in cyberspace post each loving rhyme
hoping she will read them every time.
Each night I pray that she will come to me
and fill each dreaming hour with ecstasy.
Then in the morning I wake up to find
verses of poetry filling my mind.
She's my virtual mistress of desire
the woman that I fancy and admire.
Beauty personified and goddess divine
Love is incarnate in this Muse of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What would we do without a muse? Thanks for sharing, Erato.