A mortal masterpiece

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 stative of ancient Greece.

Lo! I would keep her hidden , a secret held unto me?

Locked awayto 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 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