The Master Piece of Beauty

Down from foot nail to hair on top. . .

She is a masterpiece of beauty. . .

Her feet sound without ankle chain. . .

A pleasant sound when she takes steps towards me. . .

Her wrist smells better than a wristlet of jasmine. . .

The fragrance of her wet hair leaves behind Petrichor. . .

The shine of stars on the sky may come to measurement. . .

But the scale of her sparkling eyes will remain undiscovered. . .

The moon serves the Globe in parts. . .

But her smile enlightens the universe inside me at once. . .

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