Whatever paltry image inspired
the first men to coin the word "beauty"
could only have been so dismal and bleak
to name it so.
When gazed upon,
your breathtaking visage only assured me
that the word had no value or identity in my repertoire
until you walked into my life and defined it as such.
Then and there. In an instant. It's heartbreaking to know
that when "beautiful" was invented, the creators had no idea
that the definition would be so blatantly invoked
by you all these years later.
I could go blind tomorrow and be content
knowing that I've already seen the world in you
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