The Daughter of The Goddess of Arts

She visits my dreams often,

only to steal my heart.

In reality, she steals away my mind.

Her smile is like a fresh morning bloom.

When I gaze upon her,

I find myself unable

to describe her through words.

It feels like as though

I should invent a new language

just to capture every part of her beauty.

I wish I could preserve her beauty,

but even a painting would fall far too short.

Some beauty was never meant

to be contained in this world.

So I captured her within my thoughts,

where I can return and admire her forever.

She seems like

the daughter of the Goddess of Arts,

a star descended from the heavens,

a celestial maiden walking among mortals.

She carries flawless grace and a radiant brow.

Her delicate feet,

adorned with tinkling anklets,

move with quiet elegance.

Her shapely form, her slender waist,

and her gentle shoulders

feel like places

where my dreams wish to rest.

She possesses a beauty

untouched by worldly trick,

a perfection that does not need

to be created, only admired.

The fragrance of her presence,

the shine on her face,

and the spark within her eyes

removes the darkness of my world.

My mind has abandoned

its worldly attachments,

for my heart has found

a devotion it cannot escape.

She does not simply live in my thoughts,

she has become the place where she belongs.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind