There is beauty in the streaming river. There is beauty in the trees. Beauty is in the sky, it is in the sand and in the field. There is so much beauty in this world. But I am undecided, what is the most beautiful thing, will I ever know?
In shape, obviously it is you, the most beautiful creature. The sun is big and yellow, orange at times, red when it feels like. But you, oh you, you have beautiful dark hair, a skin baked brown by that lucky old sun. Your shoulders are in perfect proportion with your hips. Resting on your firm legs, supporting your upper body. Your breasts attract my eyes and lead me towards the rest of your body, appreciating beauty in it's essence. Your image holds my perfection. Oh, how I envy all people, all able to see your beauty. How I wish I had it for myself. But oh, beautiful as a whole would only be your love for me. Since without love, even you can turn ugly...
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