Your Beauty Is Majestic

Your beauty is majestic, love, it grows In silent ways like trees upon a hill, Whose branches reach for stars, whose roots repose In depths unseen, but strong and never still. Your love is like the ancient, sweeping seas, The ocean’s pulse beneath a moonlit tide— In waves and whispers, born from mysteries, Boundless in reach, unable to divide. Through leaves and bushes, tender roots entwine, Drawing the earth’s embrace, a woven net, The quiet witness of your hand in mine, Where sun and shadow’s gentle lines are met. I find you in each curve of wooded slope, Each verdant trail where forest breathes its song, In nature’s heartbeat, patient and in hope, As boughs and branches stretch so broad and long. The waves, the sea—such vastness I adore, Each surge a promise of your endless grace, The way you rise, retreat, then rise once more, To meet my gaze in every boundless place. Your beauty, love, is woven from the earth, In every leaf and branch, each root and wave; It sings of ancient stars and hidden mirth, Majestic, deep, as wide as hearts are brave.