You Are A Masterpiece

You are a masterpiece; true work of art

And your whole being, and its every part

Is masterwork of nature and mankind

Which in you is accomplished and refined.

Your hair, like hanging gardens of the queen

Of Babylon, swing down, and in them seen

Are ivy, cherry blossom, orchid, rose

Blooming together in resplendor. Those

Blue eyes, in which we see Monet, Renoir -

The beauty fathomed specially from afar,

That are more haunting, beautiful and true

The greater distance between me and you;

A nose that like a yacht upon the seas

Engulfs the essence of the ocean breeze -

That stays aloft in turmoil and in flood

And sends the chastened air through the blood -

The lips that like the opening to a cave

Conceal a warm and delicate enclave

In which the sparkling teeth and gentle tongue

Lead food inside and air into the lung;

A neck that like a Doric column stands

Majestic, long and white; the lily hands

That craft calligraphy and highest art

Sustained by rushing turbines of your heart;

A chest with pair of Taj Mahals adorned

That puts all human craftsmanship to scorn;

The voice, like a piano or a flute

Resounds through many octaves or stops mute,

The strands of spirit that are entertwined

In the refining furnace of your mind

That fills itself with majesty and love

And forges them into a treasure trove:

The legs like those of cheetah or gazelle

Are elegant and long and run like hell;

The stomach that like delta river's sand

Is smooth and soft and tender to the hand;

And terraced hills and paddies of your ears,

And morning dewdrops of your gentle tears,

And the Saharah Desert of your back,

And the Forbidden Palace in its track:

In you the world is manifest, in you

Is sun and sky and every worldly hue,

The flowers, stars and sculptures and the word

Of masters and the dreamers and the Lord.

I love you all; and, feeling with my heart

Your whole entity and every part,

I rise in passion and, inspired, fall

Into the Sistine Chapel of your soul.