The Ecstasy of Art

Holding your outstretched hands,

I touch the peak of absolute ecstasy.

Never have I lost myself

As much as I have, when you are with me

Whichever form you may be in

Your natural charm has never failed to appease me;

Thou art art my definition of happiness.

Rendering pleasure till the last cell of my body

I'm thankful to my senses,

That I can enjoy you in your full glory.

Many a man would have mastered you,

But the very thought that you chose me

Makes me leap towards the sky.

A medicine for a pain-stricken heart,

A voice for my unspoken thoughts.

Thou art art my definition of happiness.

- Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT