As I lay here upon life's sandy beach,
I see a pebble, smooth, timelessly, perfectly shaped.
What lines what curves, they tell me passion,
Was divinely manipulated in your loving creation.
As eons rolled on by, grace became formed in you,
From every aspect a clue, that you are not random.
Nor by chance persay, have you come to life,
In such vibrant reality, to lay before me here.
I fancy that soon, you will notice me too,
That my dreams reveal, your most secret facets.
And I can forever continue, to immerse in your glow,
Perfection of earthly form, catching my breath away...
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