They say the gods once sculpted beauty,
chiseling light into flesh,
carving grace into form,
but when they saw you—
they smiled and put their tools to rest.

For what more could be dreamed?
What more could be refined,
when pure love itself had found its home
within the gentle lines of your design?

Italian painter Elio Carletti defined beauty as
"a summation of the parts
where nothing is needed to be altered, added, or taken away."
And that’s you, my love.

Your eyes— In the silent poetry of your gaze,
I see my favorite view
where every look tells stories
only my soul knows how to read.
And every time our glances meet and hold,
My heart whispers that this feeling is right

Your lips—where poetry finds its meaning,
where kindness learns to speak,
a place where time itself grows still,
just to hear the sweetness you release.

Your heart—stitched together with the golden threads of every sunrise,
a love so deep, so endless,
soft as a love song only the universe knows,
that even eternity would be jealous
of the way you make forever feel like now.

And your soul—not merely shaped,
but gifted from above,
a melody where truth sings clear,
where every smile, every grace,
moves in perfect harmony with the spheres.

When my eyes find you,
time loses its rhythm,
and my heart writes sonnets in the space between your breaths,
for in you, I have discovered
the love story the universe wrote just for me.