She sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin
Her form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece
Lo! I would keep her hidden, a secret held unto me
Locked away to appease my most jealous heart
For it would cause a mortal cut if e’er we were apart
My soul she holds captive, her eyes contained the very key
But I could not withhold such beauty from the Earth
A prisoner to my selfishness, a fate yet undeserved
Her expert shape and classical features to all should be observed
Not all the gold of all the nations could match her shine or worth
So go my ornate masterpiece!
Go and share your radiant gleam
Go my Venus de Milo, my Winged Victory
And light the world with your achromic beam
A master class of poetry. Beautifully coined lines. A picture in words.
Defining a beauty with a masterpiece. It doesnt get better than this.
Great poem. You have treated a mortal masterpiece as a valuable personal possession initially. But thanks to the metamorphosis, you have decided to liberate the masterpiece for the collective aesthetic bliss of the world. Thanks.
beautifully praised beauty- and congrats being placed poem for the day thank you
congrats on being poem of the day! everything is a masterpiece here, the poem, the subject of the poem, and the manner in which it is written....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this. Lo is a bit fussy, and why capitalise Winged Victory? , but a solid piece of work.