Aura Poem by Folayemi Akande

Shall I master the art of your beauty
That I may make forgery of my beloved
I covet your grace, this I am guilty
Is there a man who at your gaze not engulfed?
How gem, the rare hands of your great artist
To carve you in such a sweet perfection.
I've seen lasses, but you seem most modest
Voice and smile are rituals of your attraction.
Who is your artist that made you full soul?
For he made you every creature's best.
No spoil, no flaw, you're so perfect in your whole.
Should my thought form your shape, I'll draw the rest.
I have seen nothing human this noble.
You graze beauty inhumanly humble.