Your body is a sculpted poem, made by celestial hands, my angel of divine design, your curves weave the winding path of timeless beauty, a wonder that navigates the vastness of my admiration, you are like a leafy tree, strong and firm, that casts magnificent shadows on the earth below, your skin is like soft silk, a scroll that contains the chronicle of your grace, your silhouette is the perfect expression of the divine feminine, languidly stretching across the eternity of your self, within your eyes I see twinkling stars , mirroring the constellation of your perfection, your legs, ivory columns, in the hypnotic rhythm of your walk, carry the promise of paths not yet taken, the contours of your body are like seas in tranquility, your beauty is a living entity, a a song of love for the universe, an ode to existence itself I see in you the personification of beauty, in the lines of your body, in the swing of your step, in the sweetness of your smile, you are the sculpture idealized by gods.