I didn't know that
Beauty can be a person
That does not only possess attractiveness
Not only gracefulness and pleasantness
He is not just aesthetic.
He is steadfast and determined
His plans are straightforward
It is the type of straightforwardness that
Leaves me hanging and craving for more
Even if it was the whole idea already
I desire for its details
And that made you beautiful.
His mysteriousness and non-expressive words
Always tickled my wit
Consistently got me wondering
What you're thinking and feeling
You're unpredictable
You're bold and you didn't care
Which made you more beautiful.
The glace of smoke that comes out of your mouth
Is just one of the things that mine
Wants to bathe itself in
Yet it is your sympathetic lips
That speaks words of truth and compassion
Which made you more and more beautiful.
But it is you
Being you
Without the desire for acceptance
And validation from other people
You just being you
That made you the most beautiful
That made my soul and body crave you more.
The rawest of them raw honey
The most succulent of them succulent grapes
The most glorious of them glorious angel wings
The muskiest of them musky smoke
And the tastiest of them tasty lips
Are not enough to define your beauty,
And the lusciousness and purity
Of you.
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Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
