DCL's Poem Compilation

Poem 111: My Muse

Venus is she-
My beautiful sunshine,
To her, all eyes are darted,
At her feet, every knee bends;
Her smile is my world's hope,
The Polaris of my northern sky,
A light unto my feet...
Nothing can compare to her;
When she talks, heaven's gate opens,
Her songs put angels to shame,
Her touch makes the dead rise,
Graceful and exquisite are her moves;
Her heart is golden and
Wide is her mind's vicinity,
Her words cure diseases and
All of her deeds are good;
Poor things are apple to her eyes,
Her love belongs to those unloved,
Her hands reach out to the needy
She's a fine masterpiece, indeed.