Beauty is such a hard thing to define. Words do such things little justice. They merely scratch the surface in their feeble attempts to describe what can only be experienced and witnessed to truely appreciate.
This idea rings true in my own poetry. I try in vain to describe your beauty and amazing personality. The only way to define beauty and truely see your own is to be in your presence.
The sun seems to shine brighter when you are around. The air smells sweetly reminding one of roses after a light shower. One's thoughts evaporate and one's ability to think disipates around you. One relishes your company when with you and longs for it when apart.
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