They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder Some like women thin, some like them bolder I must admit, my partner is small But she's the type of woman that make civilizations rise and fall We think like kings And live like peasants My worldview is from a mountain Hers, from another plane of omnipresence My mind is shackled and lit on fire By my ego and endless desire Her mind shackled in an entirely different vein Caged by flesh and bone and brain A treasure revered by the likes of the kings of Saudi Her mind is imprisoned by her very own body Calculating all that once was, and all that will be Her words and motions, slower than growing a White Cedar tree Of course, that's as far as she's concerned But before my eyes, brilliance is churned Never borrowed and always returned A clockwork typeset, perfectly kerned And as I stare into her eyes, as blue as a Hindu deity I instantly plunge into the eternity Lost to the ages, yet returned so sprightly From a loving, divine, gravitational well of blissful insanity
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