On The Form Of Beauty Poem by Nibras Malik

On the form of Beauty

Majestic, is it but a word?
No answer, just the delicate recognition,

Of something more than obvious,
Beauty blooms like a rose with no thorns,

I cannot understand the divine mystery,
A mirror that reflects the celestial image,

As still waters glisten in the sunlight,
Clear and penetrating as vision,

Beauty walks upright, she is statuesque-
Towering above humanity's worldly concerns,

More than the mathematical grandeur of perfection,
She transcends logic, she knows only love.