Let my soul be baptized in your beauty

Let my soul be baptized in your beauty,

Inexorably leading me to that shrine

I call your eyes,

As my sight climbs the stairs to heaven

By each glimpse of your upper lip

I grow closer to paradise,

The celestial and the mortal collide

In that single speck of flesh

You so proudly possess,

The universe unfolds within your every breath,

I can trace the dust of creation

From your every exhalation,

The sculptor who built the first face

Borrowed from your beauty,

The canvas of the Renaissance

Was molded from your sight,

Romanticism drew from your lips

Modernism was birthed from your cheeks

All art was and is you incarnated

And these lines mature from my

Burning blood sanctified in your reflection

To make my heart mad in love,

As I write them

It is not one hand but the hands

Of many who now entangled in one single fist,

Dilute their plea into this poem,

A gallery of sighs proudly displayed

Upon every syllable of each verse

Who gave out their life in exchange

To imagine you in your glory

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