The Love of Virgin

Virgin, thou art the subtlest hue of dawn’s embrace,
As the first tendrils of light unwind from night’s dark grasp.
Thy eyelids, delicate as butterfly wings, tremble slightly,
Revealing the deep wells of thy soul, clearer than mountain streams.

Thy eyes, oh such pools of serenity and depth,
Gleam with a purity that seems to defy the world’s taint.
Within them, one might glimpse the reflection of heaven,
A glimpse of the divine, a window to thy saintly soul.

Thy lips, plump and rosy as if kissed by the morning sun,
Part to reveal a smile that is both shy and knowing.
Thy teeth, like a string of pearls caught between rose petals,
Sparkle with a radiance that is both otherworldly and earth-shattering.

Thy hair, a golden mane that shimmers in the light,
Flows in waves down thy back, a river of sunshine and silk.
Each strand seems to tell a story of thy innocence,
A tale of purity and grace, woven by the fingers of the gods.

Thy hands, oh such wonders of delicacy and strength,
Are capable of both gentleness and firm resolve.
Thy fingertips, like the buds of flowers just beginning to bloom,
Unfurl to reveal the warmth and love that lies within thy heart.

Thy figure, a masterpiece of feminine allure,
Is both soft and statuesque, a paradox of perfection.
Thy curves, like the undulating lines of a great symphony,
Are a testament to the harmony of thy being, a blend of strength and elegance.

Virgin, thy essence is like a rare and exquisite perfume,
A blend of sweetness and purity that is both intoxicating and uplifting.
Thou exudest a fragrance that is both ethereal and grounding,
A scent that fills the air with the essence of thy being, leaving an indelible mark on the world.

Thy presence, like a ray of sunshine piercing the darkness,
Illuminates the world with a radiance that is both powerful and gentle.
Thou art a beacon of hope in a world that often seems bleak,
A reminder of the innocence and purity that lies within us all, waiting to be rediscovered.