Cyrano de Bergerac would be jealous
Of what I have done to show my love.
Casanova would pale in envy
Of my plans and tricks to bring a smile
To your beautiful face.
Rumi would weep in joy
At the feelings captured
From a glance of your green eyes,
And Sappho would blush and flush
With the desires expressed
That you inspire my Muse.
And yet, like the Grecian marble
You are unmoved and cold.