Dear you,
I look at you and think- Oh, this is what beauty is!
In your shape and form.
Everything that claims beauty surrenders to you. A clear sunny morning dawns in your eyes, everyday. Two fruits of your lips, with life brewing in them, are fecund nature in peak youth flaunting itself. Smooth lines of your neck are a thousand years of caressing of river-bed by passionate stream. A reviving breeze is nothing but your tender touch, of love. Moon would have been another rock in the endless universe if not for glow of your skin. It is your scent that makes air breath for me. Sea and sun laboured for eternity to lay the valleys and rises of the earth of your body. And, after first rain of season, nubile again earth has that intoxicating fragrance of your virginity.
For me, beauty is how everything relates to you, glows in your light, reminds me of you.
Even today.
Everyday, forever.
-Pulastya
I look at you and think- Oh, this is what beauty is!
In your shape and form.
Everything that claims beauty surrenders to you. A clear sunny morning dawns in your eyes, everyday. Two fruits of your lips, with life brewing in them, are fecund nature in peak youth flaunting itself. Smooth lines of your neck are a thousand years of caressing of river-bed by passionate stream. A reviving breeze is nothing but your tender touch, of love. Moon would have been another rock in the endless universe if not for glow of your skin. It is your scent that makes air breath for me. Sea and sun laboured for eternity to lay the valleys and rises of the earth of your body. And, after first rain of season, nubile again earth has that intoxicating fragrance of your virginity.
For me, beauty is how everything relates to you, glows in your light, reminds me of you.
Even today.
Everyday, forever.
-Pulastya
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