Beauty is intelligence
fondling our sense of revelation.
It stems always from within.
The one who appears
with a gracious body,
a gracious voice, a gracious intention,
we presume to see within him
what we only hope a caress would be.
Let us shut our eyes and feel the stroke.
You are a noble maiden
caring for the manor
of her body, heart and spirit.
Although in armor
you dress those up
of all flowers, dignity and incense.
Smile is the perfect perfume for the mind.
Beauty, even though ripped apart remains beautiful.