A tribute to Venus

 I just wrote another poem. I keep saying that I am not going to write anymore for a while, but more and more, words and rhythm come into my head. 

Oh, Venus, I cannot state how much I love thee, 

Your beauty has overcome me, 

I adore your thick golden curls, 

You are greater than the description of words. 

Over all, you are superior, 

Even Helen of Troy was inferior, 

No kingdom has known such a goddess, 

Indeed, you are flawless. 

You are cuter than fairies, 

Your lips taste like strawberries, 

Your figure is short and small, 

It is desired by all. 

The champions now gather, 

Your heart, they wish to capture, 

The competition is a sport, 

For you, to court.

This poet looks above, 

as he desires your love.