Emma

Every moment that she breathes into this existence there is the scent of soft feminine beauty being sung like joyous Birdsong, her shyness evident in her sunshine fringe as it rests upon her delicate face, how can one approach such Pristine and gentle beauty without fear of somehow disturbing her? Like when a magnificent butterfly lands nearby and One is frozen by the immensness of its fragile beauty, move too quickly and the creature flip flaps away into a bright Chaotic whirl of spontaneous flight...

I see her peaking out from under her fringe and I wonder what treasure is being hidden by her silence,
I want to ask but the silence is overpowering like the roar of a waterfall deep in the jungle,
And I, a simple bearded man can only look towards this wonderous being,
Honour her beauty and respect her silence, for maybe she and her silence are one? And I don't wish to break her!
I see her at the same time every day picking flowers in the garden, bright yellow like her soul,
Her scent and the flowers as one, shining through even the thickest clouds in life,
She knows how to appreciate the beauty, i have not spoke to her but I feel this in her silence, only beauty knows how to Appreciate beauty.
 

The way she moves like gentle grace melting my gaze,
Her slender legs and dainty ankles bring me into a pleasurable haze,
I am reduced to a wordless daze,
Never have I seen feet so dainty and fine,
So feminine and tastefully refined,
God was clearly feeling inspired the day he created this hiccup in space and time,
What a gift to our earthly landscapes she is.
I could go on with how her breast so full and perfectly sculpted melts my eyes and causes blindness,
Or how her sleepy hair so soft and fair, lies so angelically upon her shoulders,
But i do not wish to objectify such total beauty,
To over sexualize would be to patronize and her inner beauty I wish to emphasize...

Every moment that she breathes into this existence there is the scent of soft feminine beauty being sung like joyous Birdsong, her shyness evident in her sunshine fringe as it rests upon her delicate face, how can one approach such Pristine and gentle beauty without fear of somehow disturbing? Maybe the stillness required for such a movement can be Found in this verse? Maybe this is as close I will ever get, with these words?

Emma, whatever path you take, concentrate on helping people to remember. Beauty.

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