Mostly its said to be in the eyes of the beholder, suggesting that it is relative I think i did agree to this concept.... then OUR parts crossed again like it was written in sands of time itself, now I question the vary basis of that concept, What beauty was being examined? Have they met her? Coz HER Beauty is alluring, it ensnares, if caught in its clutches, it takes you over, that's what SHE is, a BEAUTY but not like u know, its nothing superficial, or like those talked about in movies or written about by lust craved writers, or those heard from muppets bewitched by contrived fictitious appearances. HERS is an embodiment of all that defines humanity; compassionate, sympathetic, of course true identity cannot be measured by flesh only, as suggested by Tagore, It cannot be worn out By seconds and minutes (Time), it cannot be mired By the dust of the path, SHE is not a joke of the creator, but has been created by the splendour of immortal wealth To reach a Glorious end. I run out of words, words cant tell it all ...
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By me