Sensing your beauty through my blindness

Oh beautiful, beautiful lass!
Now is the dawn of a thousand poets' dreams.
Oh what Beauty! Beautiful lass!

I feel your hair's silk; am I caressing the cloud's soft?
I trace your ear, pause at your ear stud; And I realise,
Even question marks can entice.
This angel's face, I think, is a golden lotus;
Her enchanting eyes, the loveliest of flowers.
My imaginations hue my mind's canvas;
God, I can see the artist in Thou.
Oh what Beauty! Beautiful, beautiful lass!

An oyster's shell, your lustrous lips;
Please whisper to me the divinity in lust.
Decks of teeth; pearls of white;
Nibble me now, my craving heart.

Let me hold your shoulders; those slender bamboos,
And point to Heaven, with your honey-dipped fingers.
For Symmetry's best, my hands shall wait. My hands shall rest.
Oh what Beauty! Beautiful, beautiful lass!

Your hips are a fortune; or the climbers in the garden.
Roll the clock, and serve the fruit, the freshly peeled ripest fruit.
Your graceful feet; Oh! Two sculpted leaves.
Beauty!
You are the guide to God, the God of my dark.
Oh beautiful, beautiful lass!
My beautiful, beautiful lass!