If Only it were True that Perfect Face
If only it were true that perfect face
And fetching body contours equaled good,
That exquisite eyelashes meant true grace
Of character—and dual dimples could
Be parallel with rectitude of soul,
That lips demanding urgent kisses might
Imply congruency with Heaven Whole
And smiling teeth be hierophantic rite,
Then arches flashed like dark flames on the brows
And fingers, toying with each flowing tress,
Would be synchronic with Jehovah’s boughs
In Eden’s Tree of Life and could confess
That Venus and the Christ Child were at one,
That overwhelming beauty is God’s nun.