The poem of love
Was recited to me
By my lover who was a poet
Telling me about the contrast he and I had
That brought us together
About the rhyme in my words
Every time I spoke to him

The song of love
Was sang to me
By my lover who was a singer
He told me about the voice I had
Which sooth his voice when I called him
He sang about my endless beauty
Which could go beyond compare

The dance of love
Was danced to me
By my lover who was a dancer
He talked about the moves he would teach me
Once I was in his arms
About the flexibility of my body
Which adhered to every move

The art of love
Was drawn to me
By my lover who was an artist
He showed me the illustration of love on paper
How beautiful it looked, with a strong color red
He drew about us
While we stood in the moonlight, watching the stars

The talent of love
Was installed in me
By my lover who was talented
He taught me about how complicated love was
All its tricks and merriment
He also told me about how love was fun
When both partners were drowned in that love
Like me and him!