The way his hair takes a deep,
at the nape of his neck
The way his mouth archs
in a bewitching smile
His eyes peeping
through long dark eyelashes.
Crossing one leg while,
shaking the other uniformly
To some nagging thought in his mind
Is enough to send
Artists to the creativity world
Who are seduced by such finnese
of unceasing beauty.
Be it writing, drawing or poetry
They all want to tell of the beauty of my beloved.