How beautiful are you, my love. Your spirit is that of a dove, Its soft downy feathers enfolding a trembling body that wants to soar to the sky. How beautiful are you, my love. Your whisper is the sound of waves in a sea As they break against the sand. You are a comet in the sky, circling the sun, lighting up the night with its vapor. You are the stars. You are the stars. Your beauty is that of a nightingale trill, that of a meadow in bloom, That of a bird in heaven. How beautiful are you, my love. Nothing in the universe is as beautiful. Tenderness of a daffodil Elegance of a tulip Passion of forget-me-nots looking into my eyes. The spider web trembling in the wind between pine trees The spring breeze The raindrops that fall on the head. The meadow alit in a golden mist The cirrus clouds glowing with sunlight The icy sides of a mountain reflecting the sun. How beautiful are you, my love. The whole universe shines through you as a prism Refined toward infinite soothing delicacy, And simply by looking at you I am taken into the heart of love. https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry