Poetic Whispers

Your beauty

I could see you every day for a thousand years

And still every time I'd be stunned by your beauty

A perfect face that need not be tampered with by makeup

You could wear sweatpants or a full length gown

And either way my jaw would still drop at the stunning figure that is becoming of you

Though to others the topic of your perfection may become tiresome

Still I feel the need to state it

And try to grasp my awed brain around the fact that such beauty exists

And that such beauty is you