James Michener was wrong when he called Bora Bora the most beautiful island on Earth.
People travel the French Polynesia, sail the South Pacific, adore the lagoon and barrier reef,
But are yet to wake up next to you in solidarity,
Just you,
A tiny paradise.

I don’t have to travel to the coast of Queensland to dive into the most stunning reef system in the world, When I can dive into whatever you’re hiding inside you.
I’m sure I’ll find more fascinating things than sea-dragons and crocodiles
In your oceanic glory.

Your veiled colors are more alluring than the ancient artifacts in the Lascaux caves.
You’re shut off to the public like the caves,
But just like the caves,
it is to protect what takes a pew inside you.

Da Vinci settled with La Gioconda
Since he couldn’t find you trapped in a different century.
Slack-jawed sightseers and bulletproof glass,
You and Mona Lisa have more in common than you think.

William Wordsworth wrote that Earth has not anything to show fairer than London’s Westminster Bridge.
I disagree.
Life is fair in the sense that it gave me you.
All of you, the raw you.

History turns to Zeus to be the king of all Gods,
His existence has no proof, but yours does.
Your beauty is deemed so divine in my eyes,
You could embody the God of the Sky.

When Giraldus Combrensis said The Book of Kells was the work of an angel,
He meant to say your story.
You’re unmistakably more heavenly
Than Ireland’s prime national treasure.

And when Monet created his gardens at Giverny just so he could paint them,
He was waiting for a breathing piece of art to cultivate from the roots of Clos Normand,
For a man like you,
Who already had the paintings growing inside him.