WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM

SONG OF CURVES 
Where marble dreams of perfect line,
And flawless forms in daylight gleam,
Your beauty's song is more divine,
A melody in curves that stream.

The gentle swell of moonlit skin,
Where shadows play and laughter clings,
A canvas where desires begin,
And passion's brush with rapture sings.

The dip of spine, a whispered sigh,
A crescent moon in silken gown,
A secret language in your eye,
Where love's own secrets swirl and drown.

For beauty's found in what's unbound,
In curves that weave a world unseen,
My heart, a captive, love-surrounded,
In every bend, a blissful queen.