Late last night I talked to Mount Olympus,

Aphrodite came on to the line,

Told me that the Muses were all sleeping,

Maybe she could help me, I said: “Fine!

“Tell me how to write of love immortal,

Love that lasts millennia and more;”

Silence was the answer – then the dial tone,

Sad, I let the phone drop to the floor.

Devastated, sitting in my arm chair,

Then the room dissolved in beams of white,

Scared, I held my breath as time suspended,

Then a figure spoke out from the light:

“This is he who wants to write the poem.

That which tells the world of love from two;

Love to climb all mountains, outshine rainbows,

Such as only comes to precious few.”

Muses crowded round and looked in wonder,

Clio and Calliope so fair,

Thalia, Erato, all my daydreams,

Dancing, singing, floating through the air.

Finding strength, I stood and I addressed them:

“I have love to last through history’s years,

Words are there, but lo, I cannot write them,

Help me write this ode to end my tears.”

Through my brain the lilt of muses’ laughter,

Then the voice of Thor from high above:

“Be content you found your inspiration,

Don’t be so intent to write of Love!

“Words will fade on paper, wash from pavement,

Poems are forgotten all too soon;

Take your heart’s true feelings, and release them,

Grasp your love and take her to the moon!”

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