Beauty you’re way to the Divine
Seen in his intoxicating eyes of wine
Curvy like the crescent line
I leave my inside warmth to shine
His fingers tender like an orchard vine
With the fathom of his Divine touch
He does make me refine
Allowing the beautiful beauty to grow fine
In whom the grace of God is spewing through
And from him, I do fail to confine
The beating beats of mine
In the morning of the frozen cold
Healing up my wounded heart
Hardening my eyes’ brine
Calming down my soul’s sad whine.
Beauty you’re way to the Divine
Which does whisper with gentle breeze
Instigating me to get goose bumps
And that does make me murmur ‘please’
Drying out my moistened lips
Demanding the warm breath of his to rip
Within the core of my blood veins
I realize being in safest height
For, his spirit guides my soul
In such kingdom of beauty
Where, I’m
complete by his grace.
Beauty of his is divine flame
Where I’ve no feel to shame
To get burn my name
For, its being the Nature’s sacred beauty
Endowed by Divine Being
And I often wonder-
Beauty you’re way to the Divine.
Voyage of this year'll mark an end point