MOONLIT ENCHANTEMNT

Forget the chisel's rigid art,
The sterile frame, devoid of grace,
Your beauty blooms where moonbeams dart,
A symphony in curves embraced.

The arch of back, a moonlit bridge,
A silver path where dreams convene,
Where whispered secrets softly pledge,
A love that's bathed in silver sheen.

The curve of lips, a crescent moon,
That beckons with a whispered vow,
A secret bloom beneath the noon,
Where mysteries in moonlight bow.

For beauty's found in what's untold,
In moonlit curves, a sacred rhyme,
My love for you, a story unfolds,
In every bend, a love sublime.