I looked into the pixels in her eyes
Nowhere did i detect lies
They were a perfect window to a perfect soul
Sees no evil through those eyes at all
I sought to know how she thinks
I looked again through the pixels to the synapses on the brink
Billions upon billions perfectly welded together in circuits
not for thinking of trivia like sweets and biscuits
In the brain itself i saw bits, bytes and words well arranged
Everything in thought packets nothing out of range
The speech cued with words of love and affection
Resonance and assonance like a music section
I felt her pulse and travelled to her heart
So much room in her heart love stored without heartache
Atria of her heart fountains of empathy and sympathy
Well insulated against greed, sloth and apathy
The topological survey of her body
A woman worth to be called somebody
All attributes in the right shape, size and quantity
A woman of beauty, character and quality
It is wonderful that you are able to trace beauty inward and find it in nature's workings. You demonstrate that beauty’s existence is deeply rooted in nature's gifts. As for the woman you are talking about, the sensible beauty of her actions and attitudes appear even more jewel-like when we know about the intricate web underlying them.5*
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Oh this is just rhasphody. Mesmering and stupendously woven words to actually show beauty do true so real. We crave for it but find only filth. Seeing one is real pleasure. Thank-you for penning this. The inspiration must be even more beautiful.