May Erato and Euterpe preside over me as I compose this devotion into poetry for Venus| And string one of cupid's arrow in her direction| That may one day pierce her skin and enter her heart| Where she will learn to love this composer as much as he loves the voice of his inspiration| Drift my view toward her vision in the skies above| As I strum a note worthy of Apollo's lyre| A noise which makes crystals from stones and the glass render clear| Let clouds steer my chariot towards her palace| Where we may someday reside together| In lands between the Hyperboreans and Ethiopians| With a love as pure as that shared between Pyramus and Thisbe| Emotions thunder with lightning struck from her touch| The body stands stiff like a stone at the sight of her eyes| She opened the box| Letting go of all the perils of the world| Leaving with me the last glimmer of hope| That one day these Myths will transcribe up from texts into reality| And bring the fores...