The Beauty Beyond Praise

A body like a sculpture from Ajanta’s shrine,
A body casting a spell on the eye divine.
A body like melody,
A body like fragrance free.
A body like moonlight, gently aglow,
A body like music, eager to flow.
A body like a garden in full bloom,
A body like dawn breaking through the gloom.
A body, so sculpted, so graceful, so fine—
Like sandalwood’s touch,
Like marble divine.

The beauty of the beloved cannot be defined,