eternal beauty
I looked, and its eyes were beautiful. Not for their shining color or their glassy glow, but for their depth. I looked, and its eyes revealed what notes its tongue could not sing. I looked, and its eyes sang the songs of siren, and I could not close my eyes. I listened, and its laughter was beautiful. Not for its gentle sound or its gleaming smile, but for its feeling. I listened, and its laughter cloaked all with a warm and enveloping blanket. I listened, and its laughter held me in a hazy trance, and I could not plug my ears. I felt, and its presence was beautiful. Not for its superficial status or its physical form, but for its eternal beauty. I felt, and its presence taught me what it meant to be beautiful. I felt, and its presence pulled me from disgust, and I could not leave. stay good.