My Love Most Beautiful

As if the Gods have showered an abundance of grace

how the spectrum of joy from her face over-spills;

Silk soft her cheeks for kisses and caresses,

those delicate lips nectar-filled;

Cold breeze she glides titillating through meadows

ravishing, riveting, with utmost rejoice,

A chill that quenches the soul runs through 

to shiver my bones in utmost delight

Utter satisfaction that no one can buy,

she smiles,

and I smile ‘coz of her;

She’s my love most beautiful,

my pride,

felicity, lissome and ineffable