The Tide

You are beautiful and that of beauty

The simple definition and complex answer

That which is no word would explain the quantity.   

You seem to me to be clarified butter

The purest form only for the excellent creams

The simple thought of you leaves thy body stunned,

The mind numb and an enlightened sense through thy pores.

Purest beauty for that is what you are

The question: who is the fairest?

And the answer: it is she who knows not

that the moon stays its place for her

that the sun shines just to kiss her cheek,

may one day I kiss her cheek

forever my dearest,

-The Tide.

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