A mortal masterpiece
She sits before me , an infallible piece .
A masterork of bone , sine and skin.
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin.
Her form crafted and carved as a stative of ancient Greece.
Lo! I ould keep her hidden , a secret held unto me
Locked aayto appease my most jealous heart
For it ould cause a mortal cut if e'er e ere apart
My soul she holds captive , her eyes contained the very key.
But I could not ithhold 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 orth
So go my ornate masterpiece
Go and share your radiant gleam
Go my Venus de Milo , my Winged Victory
And light the orld ith your achromic beam
