Woman's charm
What's love desiring liturgy
Passionate clay made,
Glazes a niche,
The holy glow there in, lit for man,
Is beauty's self essential me
Where me ward his insight
Truth led wends,
Rooting there, longing stays
Surrendering his soul to sole
Reality- you in me, oh lord!
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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