Your Beauty Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Your beauty is a glass of wine
That I drink through my eyes
I see flowers all around me
Pain in my heart slowly dies

Your beauty is a glass of wine
That goes straight to my mind
I float in the cloud of ecstasy
Leaving pain of loss behind

Your beauty is a glass of wine
That trickles down to my heart
It is the gift for me from above
You and me now can't stay apart

Your beauty is a glass of wine
With it I remain forever drunk
I will go on praising it till death
Like God's mercy by a monk