Hair as golden strings of a harp.
The creation of an angels sound.
Played gracefully by Euterpe,
And danced upon by Terpsichore.
Perfectly carved by Leonardo
Written in the air by Erato
The creation of a sublime sound,
When golden strings touch her shoulders.
When Aglaia dances in her eyes
A view I still am blinded by
This shining star above my sky
-I never saw- it has no flaw .
As you write the words I read
I feel a thing inside of me
A thing that's rarely there to see
For you I want it here -forever- to be
As corny as this all may sound
These are the words that I have found
To say the thing I now will do
( you may not believe or understand)
But truly it is: I just love you
