Beauty That Captivates The Soul (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Not in the rose alone thy beauty lies,
Nor in the gold the morning lends thy hair;
It dwells within the light behind thine eyes,
A grace no fleeting mirror can declare.
One look unseats the noise of mortal care,
And draws the heart where silent wonders stay;
The soul, unguarded, pauses unaware,
Held fast by truths no language can convey.
Thy beauty moves where time has no command,
Beyond the reach of years or outward art;
It shapes itself in thought, in word, in hand,
And leaves its echo burning in the heart.
Such beauty lives not where the senses roam,
But makes the restless, searching spirit home.