She is an ethereal being. Next to her we are merely peasants, yet you still expect her to be the one to fall to her knees at your feet. What have you done to be worthy of her? You call her beautiful a few times and you think that’s enough? What you don’t realize she is so much more than beautiful. She is a fire that burns so bright. She is a finely written book. She is the strength required to weather a storm and you have the audacity to simplify her with the word beautiful? Perhaps that is all you saw in her, but she will never just be beautiful.

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