How many centuries did it take?

For he who sculpted you to achieve such a perfection of form

A form of which no space is worth its presence

A form of which no other form is worth its company

A form of which to touch it is the dream of all living forms especially me

Your eyes are like oceans, drowning me for daring to look into them

Your eyebrows are like canes, giving me a blinded sweet hope

Your skin is a soft bed of sorrow from tomorrow, clothed in bliss

Directing me smoothly to the glowing warmth of your kiss

No man on earth could ever calculate the equation,

The equation that has given rise to such elegance

Is it the way you glide along with such grace?

Is it the glowing beauty of your perfectly fair face?

Is it the glow of your smile which puts the sun to shame and disgrace?

Is it the fact that you never refused my humble plea?

When you accepted the offer of love from a humble being like me