Beauty

Beauty

A Poem by InfiniteInk

For those who said only beauty is skin deep,
Their philosophy could never be Rectified.
Their eyes have never seen that of my dream or the manifestation of such.
Her eyes alluring details are parallel with that of elation and bliss,
Always allowing a river of fluid joy to correct your improperly frowned mouth.
The tingle of the meliflous sounds of her voice penetrating your ears,
Alert and open your mind,
Because your enticement deceived you to think she could never be that wise.
But just as luring as her body,
Her soul equal yet perpendicular,
Convicts you because it reaks of divinity, humility, and submission.
And yours of sin and unjust acts.
An influx of confusion plus appeasement engulfs and consumes your entity.
And this is only her greeting.
As you realize you may have stumbled on the sudden most greatest epiphany,
Of your mediocre now made amazing life.
You begin to notice her ethereal appearance.
Her pliant skin which in every detail reminds you of a diamond cut with the rarest of precision.
That with every turn reflects the light at perfect angles,
That create comely rainbows at every beam.
Or her lusturous eyes that in every perspective water just slightly with the innocence of tears.
That look as if they could reflect the stary sky,
Which is complimented by a glare that equates to the ferocity of a lion guarding her cubs.
So exquisite, so intense, so beautiful.
Barley five words spoken, and now your trapped in a cycle of Infinite rapture.
Her lips are what seal you though.
Their depth and gloss gleam, luminously.
Drowning you in lust.
Which is pointless because her purity won't let her confine to such intolerable acts.
Dont mistake her humanity by my illustration of her person though.
By no means is she perfect her flaws and mistakes are present.
Although their to trivial to depict.
But you just can't help and fantasize because the thoughts of her lips kissing yours,
Sends boundless sensations to your head.
How discontented you must feel at the fairness of life.
Because even angels don't seem to come this alluring.
Even as she walks away you can't help but smile because her lament aura wont allow you to do other wise.
Yeah, her beauty could never be skin deep such ignorant inferences could never be made.
At least not when referring to suh obvious and momentous beauty.

© 2013 InfiniteInk


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Nice job!.Creatively written and so beautifully illustrated.Love this! Bravo!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 11 Years Ago


InfiniteInk

10 Years Ago

Appreciate that Kelsy.
Nice job!.Creatively written and so beautifully illustrated.Love this! Bravo!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 11 Years Ago



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InfiniteInk
InfiniteInk

Mableton, GA



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In the complex realm of ink and paper, my pen reigns as a deity of control, emotion is created through its intuition and its instinct is to be profound and expressive, my pen shall bleed in this realm.. more..

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