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Beauty Itself
Dredst the books that write of love, I have thee book, and indeed it is
From the minds above and for all those books, be recalled into writing, because
Hast they any moral, do they redeem their words for truth? For the story shall be told, to take all thy charishment for the worlds literature, and replace what thy thought was spaken of.
In the depths of courage, sat one being, mercifully held to wonder. Pondering for longer, then a century it sempt'. BUT! This being had what it took, for thee heart push forward and share her wonderful discovery.
Her love for him, so adorned by thy cherubic faces, made her sin. And that sin she was indulged about. But, still hath she the ability to presume her heart? She does.
One or two words, it made her free, and her heart to wonder in the garden of bewilderment, for she found someone quite remarkable. One , whom, one stare from, would make her weak to her knees, and feel held in ones arms. One, whom, at a glance made her heart stutter, confusing her butterflies in ever which way. But is this what it would take? Did she have him? She was trapped in confusion.
Until those words were exchanged, she sat pondering in a maze of candy and prosperity. His looks madeth thine eyes full, and indeed, there was one thing left for thou to know, was his heart good? Or locked in a cage?
For days it kept longs't, beside her, talking to her in her ear, They conversed, very little, but she still knew, it was all there in him. Could there be karma, for this was proof! Her skin tingled in his presence, her mind jutted around, and her mouth spake of nothing but nonsense.
It all came true. That day it did, it made all so much sense, so clear. He was thy angel upon thee back! Hovering, making one cry to such beauty, for his smile, his mind, it was all so beautiful. It was sculptured by the artists of truth, it was incased, it sempt', in crystal and guarded by thy wishfulness. It was hers, no matter how thee felt of her, no matter how her life went. It was there, and it always had been.
And so the story ended. The colors that flew from the pages. Magnificent! For that, in these words, there was so much more. And for the girl herself, she was captivated in his essence. For she, too, was floating, in a world of bliss, in a world of heavenly desire. But, till this day, she will never know, whether her heart is up or if her heart is down.
