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Your Beauty is a sound of Love

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You are Beautiful

Everything about you is beautiful, just beautiful.
Is it your eyes, the way it glitters when you stare, the way it twinkles when you laugh, so captivating like a nude art with the expertise of a Michaelangelo or a Da Vinci.
Is it your lips, the small rotund organ, shaped as a sweet and succulent nectar from a flower. When you talk sugar falls when you smile, it reflects masterpieces better than Shakespeare could ever think or imagine.
You are a sight indeed for pleasurable satisfaction, your beauty doesn't just appease my emotions it tickles my sensibilities, yet it's solid like a rock and soft like pure silk on a nude wet delicate skin.

Your beauty is a yardstick, an enchantment to the naked eyes, it measures perfection, captures attention and multiplies attraction in different shades. It creates magic, beautiful magic and teases emotions, raw emotions.

You are beautiful, the kind that supersedes the hunger of Esau that made him lose his birthright, the kind that made Samson reveal his secret, the kind that made Solomon leave a thousand concubines for one more, the kind that makes the strength of Hercules look like soft in comparison, the kind that empowers a boy to be greater than a King.
Your beauty is stronger than light, stronger even than the kind that made Adam disobey the voice of God for the voice of a woman.

Your beauty is a ray of light, a vision of sunshine, the sweet droppings of the morning rain on dry leaves, the smell of dew and cold harmattan season during dry land.

Your beauty is a sound of love.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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