poetically beautiful, not even poetry can describe her beauty.

Описание: your face is structured as if you hold the knowledge of the stars; as if the wind that bathes the earth speaks through you any way it wants. if the stars could look just as beautiful as your eyes people would stare into them every night. the stars were so jealous of how bright you were, they had to make the sun fall to just be seen, yet you outshined them everytime. your beauty is that of the moon, incomprehensible. your beauty is like alcohol that makes people intoxicated, but alcohol disappears when morning comes, whereas your beauty keeps people drunk until the day they die. if you are the angel of death people would be willing to die a million times just to see your beauty. if you are the angel of life people would be willing to be immortal. if people could remake the universe, they would replace you as the moon amongst the stars after your time, so they may gaze upon you every night. people's darkest days are shifted with a slight gaze of your fascinating looks. your inner and outer beauty is the last fiber holding people's shattered heart. if you were the sun people would still look at you for they know they were blinded by your endless beauty. even as the world falls and crumbles around people, it will not faze them, for your eyes are the universe itself. like the tide to the moon, people feel drawn to you, people want to consume you the same way a moth consumes the light, people want to feel your presence. people start to think that you took the sun's radiance, the moon's beauty, and the star's spark. people strive to treat you the very best, for someone with such beauty must be a gift from the gods, and no gift should be taken for granted. if people had to wait their entire life to experience your love, they would. for when they withered away they'd have experienced heaven before they've even reached it.

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