BEAUTY

Beauty is something we see with individual eyes, deep within our soul,resides attraction,waiting ,asleep yet longing to be aroused; Our need to be recognised, a desire to recognise, reciprocate and hold close subtle scents,inherent and so universally held; A certain something unique, intercourses between eyes, a novel read by a glance in seconds,might last a lifetime indelibly imprints,love; Only time,can reveal imperfections of conceit, when ego retreats and aborts the frail foetus in pools of recrimination.

No words, can true love express, nor verse,fine sonnet or song, the need,the longing to give; No touch, can true love relieve, nor kiss,cuddle or caress the desire,to quench this fire to have,receive and believe; No comfort,can true love keep, in letter or token lock our longing to receive.

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