For your arms weave the seas gentle waves
And the touch of your tips are the joyful bitterness of perfection
When desolation through your eyes become like the suns rays of beauty
And the art of your creation becomes the miracle for the earth.

I added a last verse to your beautiful poem Hive account@bhmcintosh
Join the eightlines saga Hive account@eigthlines and see how many poems you can complete for me