In the eyes of an aesthetic, you are perfect;
because you blend with nature
like the wind through the trees,
a quiet whisper that's meaning is as loud
as the waves crashing on the shore
and a passion that burns like the fire in the hearth.
If I were to see you
lying on the beach in a green dress,
I might mistake you for swaying dune grass
because only nature
in the only true perfection on this earth,
comes close to being as beautiful as you.
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