vladik kelner
Bluelighter
The lips…
The nose…
A mane of wild hair;
The beauty flourishes as the soul nourishes.
Legs, breasts, spine, voice…
Each is part of all, that makes a Pearl of –
“Fire of sensual desire”.
Each independent on its own,
Possesses qualities of the whole.
Beauty is essence,
And essence is life;
Wisdom of this, is what we call LOVE.
Love is the engine that propels all our doings;
Revealing new secrets to the concept of beauty.
It’s possible to love a tiny mole,
As much, as many cherish “stunning blondes”.
For, if we can be in tune, with our real selves,
We’ll realize that the seed of beauty, has its roots in every cell.
The nose…
A mane of wild hair;
The beauty flourishes as the soul nourishes.
Legs, breasts, spine, voice…
Each is part of all, that makes a Pearl of –
“Fire of sensual desire”.
Each independent on its own,
Possesses qualities of the whole.
Beauty is essence,
And essence is life;
Wisdom of this, is what we call LOVE.
Love is the engine that propels all our doings;
Revealing new secrets to the concept of beauty.
It’s possible to love a tiny mole,
As much, as many cherish “stunning blondes”.
For, if we can be in tune, with our real selves,
We’ll realize that the seed of beauty, has its roots in every cell.
