The morning's light greets her like the kiss of an old friend,
pleasured to see her eyes sparkle with it's brilliance. The air, fragrant with new blossoms, caress her, as her steps bless the very ground she walks upon.
No legend of ancient beauties, gives her ample contest. She, stands in standards place, she defines that which beauty once was and forever will be.
In vistas to wide and elaborate for minds caught in the grip of tedium, she sees the rich tapestry, the multi-colored weave that longs to have her a part of it. She embraces like kinds and other hued wonders of god's creation. She drinks deep the experience of life's intoxicating splendor, and levitates above the throng.
I, enthralled and enraptured, marvel at her. I am at once awed and made giddy at her brilliance, and her humanity. She is my love, my earthbound Venus, my sultry Socrates, and my angelic vixen.
And I, her love. infinitely.
The smell of deep purple
6 years ago
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