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At a loss... at a loss to describe.... How to describe such beauty...? My heart.... I never imagined.... Could not conceive Until I saw you.... No words suffice, photographs fall short.... Never a mortal looked so.... A classic Beauty beyond classics.... It took a goddess to show me.... Atop a mountain frozen for three thousand years. Your face... your hands... your legs... your breasts.... the entirety of you in marble. Lovingly formed by hands that knew you not yet knew... each curve, each line, your flesh his stone unite. I gazed upon three thousand years... Three thousand miles... and more. I see in stone those lips I touched, the cheek I brushed... the eyelids which I kissed so softly... Hard here.... Frozen in their perfection but not in your perfection.... These... Lovely statues, these replicas of your beauty, these... lumps of cold and lifeless stone fall short of you... far short.... No marble, no stone could be more than a suggestion, an illusion of your softness... destined to disappoint.... Any mere facsimile delights to be sure... yet fails to pass the telling test... a soft curve, not soft. Soft skin, unyielding. Warm hands cold and stiff... Beneath your perfect breasts a strong heart beats not... Ultimately unsatisfactory. Perhaps it is not the similarities but the differences which surprise me more How could any Artist, seeing you, fail to respond...? But how could they fail so in their response? A masterwork to be sure, but not adequate to describe, to fully relate the true experience that is you.... But is this not in the end, the sorrow of all artists? No artists brush nor poets pen, no sculptor with chisel could ever compare could never even begin to compete with Life, the greatest artist of all... Let alone, in you.... Its Masterwork... My Love... My heart.... even now... at a loss to describe... my heart... I love you... I kneel, and kiss your hands in supplication and Worship... My heart.... Light! |