The Young Student of Philosophy
His generality of beauty stuns,
But then the individuality
Of perfect featured combination runs
To higher realms like immortality.
The study lamp casts heaven on his hair,
Or rather, causes tresses of the gods
To shine across his forehead, and, just there,
The broadness of that space against male odds
Is underscored with eyebrows so refined
That each is paradoxically the twin,
The horizontal twin of those defined
Paired vertical perfections, nose and chin.
He glows in flawlessness. At least his face
Upholds the greatest things, like love and grace.