You surpass Venus de Milo
With your wealth of seductive charms.
You’re infinitely more gorgeous,
After all, you do have both arms.

But that is not the only way
Your form exceeds Aphrodite
Of Milos’s sculpted glory
Wearing neither slip nor nightie.

There’s a fury and a passion
And a heat which you give our love,
Burning quickly as heart pine does
In an old, black wood burning stove.

This same heat means that you won’t last
Forever like that cold statue,
For you are the fuel which you burn,
Which makes our love both strong and true.

Would I want you to be lifeless
And not consumed in a minute
Of passion? Nay, tis better than
An eternity without it.

Don’t envy the marble goddess
You excel in mortality,
Since you’re like her temple servants
In this service you give to me.