The Music Of The Beauty Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam

I listened to
The music of the beauty
The divine tune from
The pretty face of my beloved

I saw her
The embodiment of
Delights of nature
Absorbed in humming
Unmindful of surroundings

I saw jasmines and pearls
In her shining teeth
Half-moving her honey-filled lips
Delivered harmonious sounds
That made my heart joyous
And a shrine of bliss

Hers is a song in silence
Of silence
Which ears can not sense
Only heart tuned in love can hear
And see the blissful dance
Of her joyous and joyful within
Full of delight;
Is seen and heard by my within

Though she avoids physical proximity
Informs me of her inner recesses
Containing love and care for me
That she is not able to contain
Her ecstasy
The result of the blending of our hearts
And the aesthetic and amorous longings
Emanating from her romantic space
The seat and melody
Of the union of our Selves