Ode To Beauty

I had a walk through her majesty, I walked through fascinations For ages,- White peaks,foaming wine,quenched Athirst me, Deep down the dense wild valley Flowed a tribune, I of bathed my senses. For her necklace it was nature itself For her girdle-ring it was nature itself. A heart so passionate And lively compassionate, Reason was her mantel ornate. Elfin smiles and lucid looks on her It were elegance and mischief together. I saw hermits and angels Competing earnestly, I saw monks in caves meditating desperately;- An artifact of creator's every single imagination.