He was a Poet

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So this is what he meant,
in his diary,
by beauty; on earth
the last day,
he wrote

Among thousands more,
you stand out;
Lucious,
Vibrant and Colourful;
Beautiful
The way you bloom,
takes all words away,
each and every time.

You are what now seems so far away,
yet are so near,
colours which always glow, so divine
and radient, Entrancing
Enchanting still
A Beauty for which we long
for.

You are what makes us wonder how,
so Intricate, so
seemingly perfect
So wonderful,
a mystery of elegance;
that has no answer

He wrote this
and more about beauty;
and you
I know; he wasn't talking
about any flower in a field or their breathtaking beauty
but of your smile
and the sweetness, your kiss.
This wasn't sunrise nor sunset
of which he spoke, it was your eyes
which I could look into always,
forever enchanted;

These aren't the secrets of the world
he speaks about, their perfect
intricate design, a mystery of pure beauty
that baffels us all, and makes us long for more
he was talking,
about;
the way you make me feel;

He was a poet,
and he wrote,
not of the beauties of the world
but a poem,
about the most beautiful girl