I found someone like me
Who loves to live in fantasy
A poet named Ovid
Who is so good
Born March 10th, 43 B.C.
One day and thousands of years before me
Whose poems have to be translated from Latin
With words of love smooth like satin
Two translations of his I've found
Both turning my head around
Around to seeing my poetry's art
Around to knowing as a poet I'm smart
And like me Ovid was banished
From Rome he had to vanish
Because the emperor was shocked
In his poems he's at least half-cocked
Not afraid to talk about passion
AMORES, THE ART OF LOVE, THE CURES FOR LOVE, his fashion
And to him I will listen
His poetry for centuries will glisten
Even though like Ovid you banish me
The words flow out and fly so free
And centuries in the future I'll spark desire
When someone reads my love poems afire.
