On evening's breeze, I hear sweet song of nightingale,
In thy music, thou doth entice me to thine breast,
Softly tracing, seeking with thy fingers to unveil,
Mine heart's desire, thy tender touch in lover's quest,
Why doth thee seek, love ensconced in heart's dominion,
When I am thine, forevermore thy mortal swain?
Thee search what's hidden not, as sure doth rise the sun,
For all eternity as thy vassal shall remain,
Thou art the morning star shining through night's tempest,
As beacon in dark night, thou beauty ever shines,
Goddess of the night, with beauteous grace I have been blessed,
I have tasted thy lips, drank of thy fragrant wines,
And with the setting sun, as fade into dawn's mist,
I feel thy warmth on lips, where by mine goddess kissed.
With voices of the nightengale, the bards they speak of love,
Not with words of mortals, but thoughts of gods above,
They speak of Helen's beauty, that launched a thousand ships,
In vain I try to mimic, but fail with mortal lips,
For I have met my Venus, she comes in still of night,
Sweet flower of the heavens, outshines the welkin's light,
I've supped her lips of rose' wine, caressed her in my arms,
And tho', alas, a mortal be, have felt her goddess charms,
Come to me my Dulcinea, thou beauty doth entwine,
Entice me with your nectar sweet, with tastes of fragrant wine,
Quench the yearnings deep inside, desires you instill,
With pleasures of thy satin bloom, mine passion cup you fill,
Then softly steal into the night, amongst the rising mist,
For I am thine, my heart doth feel, as if by heaven kissed.
My Rose, doth not thee feel the coursing in mine breast,
That hath remained since first our lips in passion pressed?
With fragrance of thy bloom, I am touched by thy desire,
I wait the night, to once again sate passion's fire,
O' heaven's orb, next to thy grace, the stars above
Pale as the daffodil to rose of Eros' love,
Love, O' sweet love, I long the whisper of thy voice,
When thee arrives with setting sun I shall rejoice
Beneath canopy of stars, we shall e'er embrace.
I yearn thy goddess kiss upon my mortal face,
For I have met my Aphrodite, thou art her,
My beauteous Rose that comes while day doth slumber,
Unto the gods above, I sing sweet song's reprise,
For mortal to a goddess be, until the sun doth rise.
Doth not thee feel fair Rose, enchanted love
Within thy breast as welkin charms divine?
When'st thou appears, mine goddess from above,
Thy ethereal bloom doth me entwine,
Thou has assailed in quest adamantine
Against mine inner walls; breached battlements
To set me free, release love's quarantine,
For in thy passions deep, my soul relents,
Bequeathing everlastingly to thee
Eternal love, and now to thee belong,
I shall for e'er yearn my Aphrodite,
As in mine heart I sing Aglaia's song,
Dost thou love me as wholly I do thee
Or in thine eyes, shall e'er a mortal be?
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 09-04-99).]
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 09-18-99).]