Sol Ari, It's not just the architecture of your body, That geometry that the eyes follow And where the light likes to rest. Yes, the forms are beautiful, They have the grace of something alive and full, (A beauty that asks no permission). But what amazes me, Sol, What truly captivates me, Is your mind. A shrewd mind, Thin as a blade, Swift as the flight of a bird I haven't seen. You understand the world before it explains itself. You have this intelligence that shines, Clearer than the day itself. You are a rare miracle: Beauty that thinks, Thought that has a body. Ah, Sol Ari... You are all poetry, Without needing to rhyme.