Shall I praise the radiance of your eyes,
Where the divine light in shadows lies?
Or the royal, eternal grace you wear,
A pose that lifts the soul from despair?

Shall I speak of your cheeks, kissed by the dawn,
Where celestial sweetness is born and drawn?
Or your hair, glowing like stars in the night,
A river of light in which all hearts take flight?

What of those lips, delicate as the rose,
Where the heavens, in secret, repose?
Each whisper a prayer, a song of the Divine,
Where love and truth in silence align.

O' Beauty, you are but a veil so fine,
Revealing the Light, the One, the Divine.
In each fleeting glance, the Beloved's grace,
In every smile, I behold the sacred face.

My belief i believe is so a bit different than what you hear of the comon in an average day.
I believe in endless posibilities and almost what divine abilities we call as created a natural the soul we are in spirit the joke we bound to get later on how tested once we failed to learn to stand on our own two feet as many times it takes to fall as to fly but a pair of wings fail and repeat and make sure to never fail to try for as once had think i was made to know gods are here with us and watching good to note worth a notice not a greater insult than a lie and of pretend nothing found as foolish to act yet with fright a dread to decide left to fate be us to blame. Gods are watching always like the mirror the memory portraits by feeling knows in heart roots the painting of the song branches by sound of silence knew like ever the time comes leaving and wind calls a breath it took in wonder a marvel of ink. The other side of then before now and after and true and one to be like word the name nor above nor below where to never find but if showed as love to give and not to take to doubt is to hesitate when something is wrong is only right and blank as to having oneself but selflessly might as to walk must both feet of heaven towards free as to fly of wings a pair wisdom of faith to believe undefined and love of trust of truth the unknow the nature alike limits and ways naive and cruel like the ocean around blue the green and green the blue sky a meadows worthy to rose for honest even thou beautiful and mad like spring and summer short. Gods are watching, looking for their children and new and old friends and loves be and polite yet daring to lack a secret like the sun cast shadows we cloth and since the body you dress like feather of birds stuck to air like skin of snake to crawl figured by will to heart a feel known and mind to imagine  and define remembered to dream tomorrow today like the sky in horizont part day and night between in dew and clouds writen it rains and storms over our fields the news with all we sow we harvest to the last call nobody can answer for you nobody to go instead as to guilt but hands of deeds and will had willed to blame nobody to knees bend for sins of others but own if none least happiness in troubled times yet to forgive to forget if dont know and heart dont ache nor ties nor weights. Gods are watching, delighted.
Attracted by and desired to near their heart it takes a beat what restless like to certain is sure to worry enough go mad to come to senses as to be wrong it takes to not be right, as to learn and take a chance and make love and admit that naked underneath my soul no less too like the gods that are here without form to compare according what accordless nor name to call on like the moon might look to fit our pocket just as known once understood. Gods are here like the color in abstract like the day and truth
Love be fate have time to do. Breathtaking like the butterfly
every breath touch their wings.
Absurd like an advice in sense of humor irony reason to have.
To speak in tongues a kisses
Like lions having nothing to say
Heavens sure a flower or a tree
To come to matter what bliss
To find the source have roots planted to in front her *******
Child to a mothet its born to
Like angels do for heavens love
Gods are here and we shall too.