Beauty

Beauty like the sweet grapes of a grapevine, like a goddess it rises to the call of mother nature, a creation in wonderful sight qualifying the eyes of men into light, a quality endowed by women, a quality lusted by men, a precious treasure like dazzling diamonds suppressing all pressures by men with just a glance, as unlimited and attractive as Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus. Sun wakes up to the brightness of the brightness of their morning but beauty sparkles like beautiful shooting stars in space. The gift of beauty is not entrapped in a pandora's box or trapped Ike prisoners in a prison gate struggling for survival, but is lit like glowing fireflies like a city set on a hill not faded like a lantern hid under a bushel. A sensational sight in the eyes of men, a sensational attraction in the heart of men, a crave for sexual pleasure on a man at the glance of it, at least the power of mother nature is such a delight to see like a spectacle of a tourist site. It shines as the beautiful daylight of the rising sun like colorful petals of a flower, a quality that defines the light of a woman's life, at least it is nature's wonderful creation. Beauty is life, which like light shines at the end of a man's tunnel, so irrestible that it turns a man's heart into a speedometer, at that moment the courting of that beautiful damsel begins from unexplainable attractions to an unending desire hatching it's eggs to the light of love, that's the magical aura of beauty.