I see lie in the radius of your smile. I am an architect.

I see sadness in the angle of the raised eyebrows. I am an architect.

I see intellect in the slope of a forehead. I am an architect.

I see shame in the bend of your spine. I am an architect.

I see pain in the turn of your neck. I am an architect.

I see fury in the squares of your fists. I am an architect.

I see evil in the zigzag of your twisted arms. I am an architect.

I see tenderness in the curve of your wrist. I am an architect.

I see passion in the arch of your hips. I am an architect.

I see love in the triangle of your mons pubis. I am an architect.

I see harmony in the circle of your eye. I am an architect.

I see wisdom in the grid of your wrinkles. I am an architect.

I see dream in the dash-lines of your eyelashes. I am an architect.

I see death in the trajectory of your fall. I am an architect.

In the ideal geometry of your body I see an Architect. I am God.

(Source: archialternative.com)