So what is beauty? Is there a standard?
I think there is, but perception differs.
What one person reguards as beautiful,
I look upon with nothing but contempt.
There is someone I love beyond reason.
When I look into her warm, loving eyes,
I see nothing but wonderous beauty.
Her preasence causes me to trip and fall.
Perhaps there is a standard. Perhaps not.
Can't say. But I know beauty when I see it.
Does beauty create love, or vice versa?
I just don't know. But I do see beauty.
She can't seem to see it, but in my eyes
She is beauty's personification.
Shakespeare was relly good at this, you know.
Iambic pentameter is tough. Dang.














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-The Arbiter
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So says the Arbiter.
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[link] Click on it. Now.
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"If you want me to wait, I will wait for you
If you tell me to stay, I will stay right through
If you don't want to say anything at all,
I'm happy wondering"
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"A spark calls attention and dies out, but a relationship based on a friendship can build to a burning flame that can last a lifetime."
-Phillip Sipe
Well done.
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Taste and see that I am good.
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