Serenade To Beauty

Thy beauty can rival Venus’s own Thou art as beauteous as morning rays Thy blue eyes deep and bright as stars, alone Caught in the fathomless ocean of space Thy skin as soft and white as ivory Thy lip as tender as the moonbeams, bright Which kiss the mellow, gently flowing sea A cobalt shade in the star-laden night As bright art thou as the bright, blazing dawn And as mellow and fair as Spring blossom Thine hair, streams of molten gold fall upon Like gold cascades, thy soft, gentle bosom There’s no beauty as fair as thou now art Gorgeous in mind, in soul, in look, at heart © 2013 Gleb Zavlanov